Bunk Rivers - MoColuh

Mo Color, Mo color, yeah
Mo Color, Mo Money, yeah
Mo Money, More Color, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Talkin bout
More Color, more color, yeah
Yeah nigga
More money, more color, yeah

Now what I'm talkin bout

Blue strips, shawty I need more
Where the money at
Niggas think they running this
Well, okay, that's enough of that
I know she's a gnat
But man that snatch
I had to double back
Action-packed movies, man
The police think we sellin crack
It is not a crime
To be young, fly, rich and black
I came from a broken home, there's bullets in the street
I remember bleep died, and the neighborhood weeped
I remember tire squeals, a couple R.I.Ps
I remember when it did not rain for weeks
And heat made tears turn vapor 'fore it reached ya cheeks
Daisy Dukes, she only fourteen
And a clutch of fiends, these niggas sell anything
But we gotta get it
You niggas got petty dreams
Boss niggas, bitch, mobbing through Medellin
Twenty 20-somethings, the other side of the Semi
Sphere, 20 hustles, need 20 songs, 20 alibis
For how niggas is getting there
Wondering how'd I end up here
Side to side rides
And she like to flash them titties
When we look to that side
Shawty snorted up a line
Oh sho nuff, it's just in time
Cause the party just started
Bitch we worked our way Up
To the foodstamp cards
Bitch we worked our way Up
To glad bags on the windows of the cars
I remember mama walkin
I don't remember being homeless
Cause they said I was just a baby
But I know the smell of motel
Like a dog know an anus
I know crack cocaine
Hollowed out a couple people that I played with
I remember being a little kid
And watching kids die
Praying to the lord
Like listen I don't understand what pain is
I ain't understand faith was
Till I looked up at the stars
Thinking all the interventions that done got me this far
All the close calls, all the lost dawgs
All the broken hearts
The heartbroken behind bar negotiating smokers
Single moms having panic attacks bout groceries
To the jit who started robbin cause they wouldn't stop joking
For the college kid feeling like his people's last hope
For the strippers, for the nurses
Motherfucker, let em know

That I need more color
What about with that munyon, nigga
Cause I need more color
What about with that munyon, nigga

Written by:
Shaquille Brissett

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