Money Mo $ Get Dough - Quiet Storm

Family moving up in the business. I know you gonna look after family
What family you talking about Ice
Fuck I look invisible nigga
Come on, I'm broke baby. I ain't got no money

Tired of fake ass niggas man
I see you shining nigga
Speaking on my loved ones, that's how you catch a shell
Fuck your dead homies, hope they all burning hell

Bitch you hanging with that rat, I hope that nigga going tell
You trying to beef with me, you know you out here taking Ls,
This shit sad to me
Nigga said he touched my money, well that shit blasphemy

Flipping all these twenties to hundreds, I do it magically
You better keep your bitch up off me, cause she a fan of me
Nigga, ran through that nigga crib
He just got back doored

My brother said I'm always cooking beef, well I'm like Maestro's
After I get done with all these drills, I'm fucking bad hoes
I love the way your bitch eat my dick, she giving mad throat
Damn, I'm on that murder shit

Nigga you only post all on the gram, you love to politic
You never hopped up off the porch, you never caught nobody bitch
Conversation over man, I bet not ever catch you slip
Nah nigga, we ain't shooting through no windows

I'm pulling up, hopping out, and dumping on my 10 toes
Bullets big as hell, it left him with his neck broke
How this nigga died, with his gun and his vest on
Nah nigga, we ain't shooting through no windows

I'm pulling up, hopping out, and dumping on my 10 toes
Bullets big as hell, it left him with his neck broke
How this nigga died, with his gun and his vest on
LOL

I had to put that shit twice for you dumb-ass niggas out here
Get dough, bitch
Get dough, bitch
Thanks for watching

Love y'all
Peace
Peace
Peace

Peace
Peace

Written by:
Timothy Bushes

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