Black Rabba

Yeah, man!
Mo-G, how you feelin'?
I’m feelin' like whoah
Let’s get it man, Ave. Boy
Ahwoolay!
And when we pull up in the city, they like whoah
Mo-G's back drop the new track, they like woah
Spent ten stacks on kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live em, like woah
Money ain’t a problem baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money shooting craps get it by the stove
If the block’s hot Puffy bops through the show
Flip phone for the heads keep it on the low
Woah
I need some more dough
I’m a star now she wants a photo
Like chocolates, I gots the Rolo
AKA Solo or Dolo
Cocaína flow
Add some more cocoa
Say she like the way I Puffy bop, Ima hithaters slo-mo
And you know how I’m rockin'
Streets talkin'
Bad bitches been watchin'
Big ticket for the green I’m in Boston
No bullshit I’ll go crazy like I’m Rodman
Call my bros that I got em
It’s 10K for a verse for Mo-G that ain’t a problem
I been ballin' without the Spalding
Headed to the top, my nigga I’m just joggin'
I’m just joggin', I’m just joggin'
Critics keep talkin', bloggers keep bloggin'
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back drop the new track, they like woah
Spent ten stacks on kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live em, like woah
Money ain’t a problem baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money shooting craps get it by store
If the block’s hot Puffy bops through the show
Flip phone for the heads keep it on the low
Woah
Took a long break
Puffy on the tracks so I’m back like I’m Mase
Told them niggas that we don’t watch face
Never last, always come in first place
No face, no case, no trace
Hot head, turn em to a cold case
Gorilla shit, and I rock Baping Ape
She like the way I taste, she got a toothache
Dimples, virgins get popped like pimples
It’s simple, we on the road more than rentals (what?)
We on the road more than rentals (what?)
We on the road more than rentals (whoah)
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back drop the new track, they like woah
Spent ten stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live em, like woah
Money ain’t a problem baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money shooting craps get it by the store
If the block’s hot Puffy bops through the show
Flip-phone for the heads, keep it on the low
And when we pull up in the city, they like woah
Mo-G's back drop the new track, they like woah
Spent ten stacks on the kicks, they like woah
She say she like the way a nigga live em, like woah*
Money ain’t a problem baby girl we gets dough
Lose my money shooting craps get it by the store
If the block’s hot Puffy bops through the show
Flip-phone for the heads, keep it on the low
Keep that fucking shit on the low, man!
Keep your fucking shit on the low, man!
Don’t fuck up your program
You dry snitches 'n bitches
We went from rags to riches
Now that’s whoah, easy money!
Now that’s whoah