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a-game – mo’ money, mo’ trees lyrics

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[hook] (d.ship & a-game)
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
we got that extendo heat, and a bad b-tch on her knees (x2)

[verse 1] (a-game)
i’m excellent when i’mr rapping up on a track
rolling with wild animals and they all got my back
you know this zoo crew, know we got skrewz loose
we shooting bazookas while your -ss is with them .22’s
if you wanna issue, you gon’ need way more than tissues
to clean up the blood and plus i drowned you in your p-ss too
beat you to a pulp and then i’m gonna split your wig, too
you giving oral s-x because you sucking on this pistol
zoo crew on that gangsta sh-t, crack ya skull if you hate on this
bringing my a-game with this, while y’all n-ggas be g-y as sh-t
y’all be on that b-tch sh-t, we’ll dig a ditch quick
if you runnin’ at the mouth then you gon’ sport a split lip
all about big business, you know that we rip this
you know that we gonna take your life with the quickness
i’m a set it straight, we gon’ make it in the game
go ahead and hate, but we’ll be laughing straight to the bank, yeah!

[hook] (d.ship & a-game)
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
we got that extendo heat, and a bad b-tch on her knees (x2)

[verse 2] (d.ship)
in my phone, filling out another note
the clock says 4:20 let’s toke, blow mad smoke
blowing out clouds got chiefs lifted off the ground
you f-cking with the king of loud, so sit back and blaze down
all i do is lean back, smoke weed, and f-ck hoes
sip on the lean ’till it’s got me feeling kinda slow
on that bob marley blowing dro, n-gga you don’t know?
i give your girl the crumbs and tell her to roll up my ‘rillo
real sh-t we smoked up, no gut, we don’t give a f-ck
back woods with a bad b-tch, when we cut
keeping it really real, n-gga you don’t know what i feel
i get so high up in the sky, i’m out this f-cking world
that’s what keeps me sane, smoking on that mary jane
p-ss it to the n-ggas, they like “ok, let’s run a train”
that’s what we do, every f-cking day
putting it on the table, opening the lanes and putting the fire in the game

[hook] (d.ship & a-game)
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
mo’ money, mo’ trees, that’s right mo’ broccoli, mo’ cheese
we got that extendo heat, and a bad b-tch on her knees (x4)



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