Money Moet - The Real Lyrics

We was in that jungle serving the fiends
Hopped in my bag had to fatten my jeans
Crack a seal for this pain ima lean
Cartier clear vision step on the scene
These niggas mad cause I'm stacking my cream

I made it through the storm
Got some trust issues
Bitch I got nothing to loose
My diamonds soaking I pop out at your party dolo
I'm gripping my tool
Young nigga traumatized mind
Full of scars
She know I got some loose screws
Yeah I got something to prove
Told my lil niggas get with the groove
Gotta keep going gotta improve
Silent nigga I stick it and move
These niggas breaking the rules

They let it blow from the rip
We got dem choppas the sticks
She hypnotized by the drip
Lil nigga follow the script

Momma told me I was blessed gotta get it
When I was a younging my head was so hard
I used to trap in the school got suspended
Young nigga bossed up I gotta get far
I was young and broken up on a mission
So I get super high till my head spinnin
We was taught as youngings how to go get it
Before I got signed niggas ain't want to listen
Now I'm on the road and I'm counting these digits
Going on tour I'm chasing this chicken
Who got niggas thinking they competition
Spiders on his ass now dat boy a statistic
Spot them got them ain't nobody else living
Diamonds so cold they anemic
I spent ten racks on the neimans
I want 3 racks for a feature
Niggas watching from the bleachers

How this shit happen like this
Heard your bitch she took a bid
Chasing bags gotta get rich
I be so slick just like Rick
When I'm in her guts
I do not let out my kids
Carry a stick on my hip (Uh uh )
Put my dick all in her ribs
Moving this shit so so quick
I put the gas in the cig