[Intro: Cory Mo & Jazze Pha]
Cory Mo (Whoop!)
Ayy! Ladies and gentlemen! (Uh)
Phizzle (Phizzle, Phizzle)
Phizzle introducin'... (Whoop!) Bun! (Whoa!)
Mo Trill, on God! (Whoop, whoop, whoo!)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
'Cause I'm way mo' trill today than I was yesterday (Ooh, Lord!)
I keep it true and I'm real, okay? They can't take that away
I been all around the world, representin' my city
And I came right back in a slab (Skrr!)
I got too much wood; [?]
I'm swingin' fo's with the diamond in the back (Ooh, Lord!)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Hol' up! They tellin' me the game is callin' me
So I gotta keep it pushin' when them haters stallin' me
Boys was talkin' down then they tried blackballin' me
But I ain't need you niggas for nothin' 'cause it's all in me
Now, God gave me everything that I would еver need
That's why I'm on top and the block, I forevеr bleed
I'm movin' at a better speed than I used to be in
I ain't goin' nowhere so y'all better get used to me
(Y'all better get used to me)
'Cause what I'm bringin', can't nobody match it
And I put some fire on it; can't nobody catch it
We do it for the ratchets, them boys on the block
And the nine-to-five blue collar workers punchin' the clock
(Punchin' the clock)
And now the trill OG done hooked up with Cory Mo
'Cause when it come to makin' trill music, Cory know
We grippin' wood grain wheel and [?] ladies on the grill
So, Jazze, tell 'em what's the deal
Cory Mo (Whoop!)
Ayy! Ladies and gentlemen! (Uh)
Phizzle (Phizzle, Phizzle)
Phizzle introducin'... (Whoop!) Bun! (Whoa!)
Mo Trill, on God! (Whoop, whoop, whoo!)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
'Cause I'm way mo' trill today than I was yesterday (Ooh, Lord!)
I keep it true and I'm real, okay? They can't take that away
I been all around the world, representin' my city
And I came right back in a slab (Skrr!)
I got too much wood; [?]
I'm swingin' fo's with the diamond in the back (Ooh, Lord!)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Hol' up! They tellin' me the game is callin' me
So I gotta keep it pushin' when them haters stallin' me
Boys was talkin' down then they tried blackballin' me
But I ain't need you niggas for nothin' 'cause it's all in me
Now, God gave me everything that I would еver need
That's why I'm on top and the block, I forevеr bleed
I'm movin' at a better speed than I used to be in
I ain't goin' nowhere so y'all better get used to me
(Y'all better get used to me)
'Cause what I'm bringin', can't nobody match it
And I put some fire on it; can't nobody catch it
We do it for the ratchets, them boys on the block
And the nine-to-five blue collar workers punchin' the clock
(Punchin' the clock)
And now the trill OG done hooked up with Cory Mo
'Cause when it come to makin' trill music, Cory know
We grippin' wood grain wheel and [?] ladies on the grill
So, Jazze, tell 'em what's the deal
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