
World Market (Mo’ Money) MIKE
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[Intro]
Hehe, this one right here is the one that matters
Don't forget the M-O
Uh
[Verse]
I'm only hittin' back if you got more to give, it's sad
But you can hit Naav for important shit, I'll pass
I'm hearin' niggas raps, I be bored of it, in fact
I probably take a nap if I recorded it, it's cap
I need to know they past, what's the origin?
Who the leader of they pack, is they sure of him?
Better put my feet up and relax, it be more of this
Ask, trust beneath then daps, it be tournaments, stats
'Cause we need the scabs, need some collagen for that
He thе toughest on the 'Gram? We gon' hold him to his trap
No assumptions in thе plan if the focus is the bag
Years of come ups with the gang, we was strollin' on the Ave
Clutter with the angst, too controlling of my path
They gon' love you for a glance then dispose you in the trash
Hold you, you my mans, but it's lonely when you crash
They don't know me from the strands, tryna throw me with the batch
Only in a jam do you know me to react
I be smokey like the lamb, we gon' roast like a bat
My poppa holy like the land but still be bogus with the cash
He told me in advance
Hehe, this one right here is the one that matters
Don't forget the M-O
Uh
[Verse]
I'm only hittin' back if you got more to give, it's sad
But you can hit Naav for important shit, I'll pass
I'm hearin' niggas raps, I be bored of it, in fact
I probably take a nap if I recorded it, it's cap
I need to know they past, what's the origin?
Who the leader of they pack, is they sure of him?
Better put my feet up and relax, it be more of this
Ask, trust beneath then daps, it be tournaments, stats
'Cause we need the scabs, need some collagen for that
He thе toughest on the 'Gram? We gon' hold him to his trap
No assumptions in thе plan if the focus is the bag
Years of come ups with the gang, we was strollin' on the Ave
Clutter with the angst, too controlling of my path
They gon' love you for a glance then dispose you in the trash
Hold you, you my mans, but it's lonely when you crash
They don't know me from the strands, tryna throw me with the batch
Only in a jam do you know me to react
I be smokey like the lamb, we gon' roast like a bat
My poppa holy like the land but still be bogus with the cash
He told me in advance
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