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momo (izi) - source lyrics

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[verse 1]
all of my guys we be just making that dough, yeah
see back in the day that money was coming in slow
was locked in my room, my momma’ was kicking my door
we had no table, we had to eat food on the floor
yeah, it took two years to blow up
now look at my waist, that’s louis vuitton
now i’m doing shows, picking girls on the road
i came from the coast, tryna’ buy me a goaattt
[hook]
see many they moan, see many they moan
would never have known i came from the floor
came from banging at yours to suicide doors
take a look at the past, now it’s back to the source

[verse 2]
had no money in my pocket
tryna’ make a lil’ profit
started stealing like a bandit
got my momma’ feeling worried
3 years later, got a corvette
drive play off i got to show it
now the haters got offended
cause i’m rocking my new fendi’
pocket swole, got a lot of hoes
don’t call my phone if you ain’t my bank, no
whoa
i be smashing all my goals
those, we the n-ggas in control
use to be trapping, trapping, trapping on the doors
vroom’, vroom’, you can’t see me i’m a ghost
cause back in the day all i wanted was some gold
now look at my waist, all you see is rose golds
on the base off, that’s just how it goes
tryna’ be rich like adebayor
i use to be poor, that was not a joke
spent some time in jail but never dropped the soap

[hook]
see many they moan, see many they moan
would never have known i came from the floor
came from banging at yours to suicide doors
take a look at the past, now it’s back to the source

[verse 3]
trap out the porch
they watching me flexing and styling cause i got the source
what?
red carpet, i’m working the source
they taking my pictures, they wanna report
i got no remorse
i came from the jungle, so i had to be raw
what?
you wanna be sneaky, but now you got caught
now i’m slamming my hammer, i got you in court
yeah
i don’t think that they understand
me i’m doing things that you cannot stand
these boys fake like some gucci belts
me i’m tryna’ move to afghanistan

[coda/outro]
they moan, they moan, they moan
(they always moan)
yeah, when
i came from the floor, we banging at yours
to suicide doors, man look at the source
now look at the source



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