moor money - rareform lyrics
[verse 1]
been trill 4 been trill, my bloodline b-tch been real
ville n-gga i been here, 10 toes new south b-tch i been trill
rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12,i gotta get it
n-ggas politic
hide behind all they blogs and sh-t
smokin’ ports got a n-gga stressing, my enemies flexing
lord give a n-gga blessing, all money in no restin
how i cope with the pressure, how i rose with aggression
make a b-tch n-gga feel pressured
say the wrong word i respond with a weapon
getting p-ssed over, night after night
day after day, time after time
seen n-ggas flop now it’s moor dollar sign
young black dollar got a zone and a 5th my n-gga
act right or get your sh-t push back my n-gga
not violent, ’til i get around my n-ggas
been ’bout it since i was a little n-gga
minor figures, still got designer b-tches
n-ggas not playa hoes harold minor n-ggas
jump ship, n-ggas ballin’ in the minors, figures
internet got u all a bunch of mindless n-ggas
[hook]
(x2)
still homicide on my mind
tryin to make a k!llin each time
mama tell me just pray
i feel like i ain’t never ever got time
but, they shootin, i’m in rare form, still black
all black to the timbs on, all black all black to the timbs on
but, they shootin’ i’m in rare form, still black
all black to the timbs on, all black all black to the timbs on
but, they shootin’
[verse 2]
young god body, in a wide body
ss c0ke white yo b-tch see me prolly
ville n-gga get the money b-tch we been here
n-ggas lookin’ at ya boy like he was never there
every time i come around you ain’t never there
prolly on the internet you got fan there
on every platform n-gga get fanfare
taz f-ck with the moor i’m the man now
n-ggas lookin’ at taz for a handout
n-ggas lookin’ at me like i owe something
tell me young boy n-gga is you worth something
go and get yo b-tch tell that hoe to twerk something
yellow dread head tell that hoe to jerk somethin
i keep comin’ up short i wanna merk somethin
i gotta get it, money and the power
respect and the b-tches, young double m double up
’til my cup runneth over
young ville n-gga get money thought i told you
young double m double up
’til my cup runneth over
young ville n-gga get money thought i told you
[hook moor money]
(x2)
still homicide on my mind
tryin to make a k!llin each time
mama tell me just pray
i feel like i ain’t never ever got time
but, they shootin, i’m in rare form, still black
all black to the timbs on, all black all black to the timbs on
but, they shootin’ i’m in rare form, still black
all black to the timbs on, all black all black to the timbs on
but, they shootin’
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