M.O. Lyrics

Jersey in the motherf*cking building

Don Billiono

W3 ENT, Mos Wanted La Familia

Yea

Ay nigga what you selling?

What's Stackin my nigga

Ay nigga what you selling?
I got xanax, percocet
Bad bitches with bomb sex
They nymphos
Chrome mags and black tecs
Sour deez, that good smoke
Price going up like indos
Got Benjamin's all in my mental
Hustlings my MO
My MO, Mos Wanted, Got hundreds and Benzos
My MO, Mo Money Mo Foes same Kinfolks
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO

My MO, MOB, MOE, W3
FBI can't f*ck with me, ain't cuffing me
Grinding for all the luxuries
Draco for all the f*ckery
That come with the riches
First you get the money power
Then come the bitches
Started with V6 then come the 12s
No more knicks and dimes
I'm not trying to survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it alot, niggas they hate keep a gun by my cock
Meet tia and tamera my twin Glocks
Operation takeover Started wit 10 blocks
Got p*ssy and drugs on lock, rap
Game sold, slim nigga with my pockets swoll

I got xanax, percocet
Bad bitches with bomb sex
They nymphos
Chrome mags and black tecs
Sour deez, that good smoke
Price going up like indos
Got Benjamin's all in my mental
Hustlings my MO
My MO, Mos Wanted, Got hundreds and Benzos
My MO, Mo Money Mo Foes same Kinfolks
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO

My MO, Don Billiono, sniff no lines
All i do is hustle and ball Karlton Hines
My family secret society closed blinds
That's the code of silence
You dropping dimes we resort the violence
You get outta line we got no tolerance
Order one of my bitches like an omelette
She come with condiments
Dope dealer but he some kind of pimp
Spend money Dont got a limit, fleet of cars all windows tinted Secret compartments all in it
Im authentic
Wanted motherf*cka from the garden state, knew when I was broke they was all gone hate, when I came through killing shit
Raising the murder rate like

I got xanax, percocet
Bad bitches with bomb sex
They nymphos
Chrome mags and black tecs
Sour deez, that good smoke
Price going up like indos
Got Benjamin's all in my mental
Hustlings my MO
My MO, Mos Wanted, Got hundreds and Benzos
My MO, Mo Money Mo Foes same Kinfolks
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO

My mo, most wanted, all i get is hundreds
I'm a money addict
My life consists of benjis and automatics
Expensive fabrics, addicted to living lavish
Got the world in my hand like a tablet
Word of the streets , billy got the juice
Hopping out a coupe on dub deuce
Got ya bitch wide open like obtuse, whoo
I got loafs of bread
Feed your bitch dick and feed you lead
Pop pop send shots at your head
f*ck paparazzi, i think they feds
Taking pictures of me
Niggas mad cause the bitches love me
Call me casanova
f*ck her once then i pass her over like exodus
Go against me that's a death wish
I'm ambidextrous
Right handed but i whip with my left wrist
Hit the streets like Frank Lucas
Reginald F, Lewis, I'm far from stupid
Got that heavy weight
Don't need Brian Shaw to move this
Lyrical dope, hoes on whores row
Money coming faster than the porsche go
Rich nigga my MO

I got xanax, percocet
Bad bitches with bomb sex
They nymphos
Chrome mags and black tecs
Sour deez, that good smoke
Price going up like indos
Got Benjamin's all in my mental
Hustlings my MO
My MO, Mos Wanted, Got hundreds and Benzos
My MO, Mo Money Mo Foes same Kinfolks
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO
Hustlings my Mo, Getting money's my MO

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