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Mo Money Mo Followers
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Rylo Rodriguez
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What’s happenin’ ChiChi? I got more followers than they seen Ran through more money than they seen I won’t tell them people what I seen Even though I saw everything I know n***as who fold in court, I thought would be some kingpins I f**ked some hoes I thought I would see on TV screens I gave out favors, I wasn’t even lookin’ for ‘em back He came out of lockup, sent him some to get a phone back Since she ain’t answer, gave her benefit of phone crack I don’t care ‘bout that hoe, she just another body Them n***as got guns, but they ain’t known for shootin’ 'em at nobody Streets wasn’t meant(mint) for some of these n***as, we know they just need Trident I watched some n***as go hit licks, and some get murked robbing Ain’t talk to bros in a minute, feel like we went our separate ways Yeah that’s my dog, but I hate to see him locked in a cage (Free Nocap) No hoop dreams, I seen Cloud turn to a junkie But where I’m from, he the hood Michael Jordan And where I’m from, don’t survive in the court And where I’m from, you’ll starve on the porch I seen him trippin, he was runnin’ out of money Told me it seem like the walls closing on em He started seeing that his dogs wasn’t his homies Say they’ll ride, but they all flake like Tony I been thinking about the jury and if they judge me wrong So I walked in this court with all my jewelry(jury) on I got bros I can’t talk to ‘bout baseball Judge gave ‘em 3 strikes, he ain’t coming home When we talk, I still gotta ask him when they coming home They give that n***a bond, I’ma pay it, he coming home Even though he ain’t my dog or my n***a That’s just how bad I wanna kill him Cause I remember talking to Thad ‘bout them digits I looked at him like my dad and I miss him I got more money than last year But I got more problems than last year I’m riding round with a stick, but no this car is not stick shift Ain’t asking God for no money, I pray that my n***as all real I gave her crack and some money, I sent her in there for cough syrup My momma sonned me for Father's Day, cause I ain’t had no father Know them pu**y n***as talking, but it’s all words If they really want it, we’ll bring it to ‘em like orders Catch ‘em moving, slide up, hit ‘em with revolvers I’m just tryna see if these n***as hoes, [?] I hope my n***a don’t change in the mix Only way I wanna see a n***a in chains(change), if its pendants(pennies) Say she love me, it’s all games like scrimmage Shut up, let my n***a hit it I got more fans than last year I’m still hotter than last year So many last year I know them ain’t my last tears I got more money than last year But I got more problems than last year I’m riding round with a stick, but no this car is not stick shift Ain’t asking God for no money, I pray that my n***as all real I gave a smoker some money, I sent her in there for cough syrup I got more followers than they seen Ran through more money than they seen I won’t tell them people what I seen Even though I seen everything Long Live Fi, I seen them bullets hit his jaw They killed [?], then wet him up inside his car I miss [?] They stared at me, took shots like the bar
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