Apartment MO3 (Ft. Boosie Badazz)

[Intro: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
Oh, yeah
(What up, JMon?)
MO3, I'm out them apartments for real, nigga
Skrrt (Shit)
Uh
Yeah

[Chorus: MO3]
Baby, pardon me
I'm just a young nigga from the 'partments
I can't lie, bitch, I'm so solid and so heartless
I'm duckin' charges, tryna cop a new Ferrari
But right now, speedin' in that brand new Aston Martin
We in the 'partments
Get that fetty cleaned, money laundry
Big ol' 40, got it in the glove department
I'm from the 'partments, in the 'partments

[Verse 1: MO3]
I'm sorry
Big ol' .223 and plus a carbine
One-five chopper on me, I won't argue
I'm ridin' harder, nigga, something like a Harley
And I'll smoke a bitch nigga like I'm Bob Marley, yeah
We was starving
I had a Dr. King dream, but I'm not Martin
Was tryna cop a chain and ring, so we started robbing
Now I stuff fifty in my jeans, and these hoes Robins
They say I been picking up weight, bitch, I need a dolly
I'm probably with your bitch wiping her face, she done got sloppy
Followed by two big Chevrolets and I keep big sticks in the Masi'
75K for this new drip, hope you don't slip, tell 'em be cautious
Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah