Walk In Wit the M.O. (feat. Dom Kennedy)

Lyrics

Startin' fresh baby, you know what I mean
 Huh, bitch
 (Cookin Soul)
 Huh, bitch
 I steps in the mo, where the hoes at, baby?
 Yeah, yeah
 I steps in the mo, where the hoes at? Huh
 I want a girl with extensions in her hair
 Skin tight pants, muff print, no underwear
 A Fendi bag and a bad attitude, huh
 She give me head in a Carrera and cruise
 She addicted to the D-boyz talking that street slang
 That keep the dick up in her 2 feet in the D game
 Standing on the bus stop, mama hold my bag of rocks
 Jumped up out that hooptie, this summer baby we in the drop
 Spend it and flaunt it, take your pick however you want it
 Don't mind bitches, my side bitches not your opponents
 They simply leasing this penis baby, but I'm the owner
 My Compton bitch heard polices raid me in California
 So I done cut a lot of hoes off
 I activate this Actavis so I can dose off
 And I don't argue with no bitch, I set that straight from the gate
 Bet all my mack and moneymakers relate
 I'm just a player, baby
 That's why it's money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby?
 That's why it's money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at?
 It's always money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby?
 That's why it's money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at?
 This might be hard as it get
 I bought an ounce on the first like it was part of my rent
 I'm in Paris drinking Moët, thank God for this shit
 'Cause I'm from South Central, baby, pardon my French
 Yeah, I know ball players, James Harden and shit
 Cash a check in New York at the Garden and shit
 Heard The Yellow Album, now she part of the clique
 West side get the money yea we started this shit
 Oh, you getting head now, look, I taught her this shit
 This nigga treat her like she your daughter and shit
 Type of nigga golfing with her father and shit
 Found out I was fucking, he was bothered a bit
 I'm a cool nigga, it's not a problem to switch
 Look you in yo' face, what type of problem is this?
 Caught him on the chin then he stumbled a bit
 The right then left niggas rumbled and shit
 I got on red, bet he think I'm from the jungles and shit
 Nasty like my brother named Jungle and shit
 Ay, Other People Money make double and shit
 This me and gangster, Gibbs, you in trouble, ya dig?
 That's why it's money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby?
 That's why it's money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at?
 It's always money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at, baby?
 That's why it's money over bitches
 I steps in with the mo, where the hoes at?
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:20
Key
7
Tempo
84 BPM

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