Mo Money (feat. OJ da Juiceman)

Why go up on high go up, I think I need a side job

Don't hit me on my sidekick, cause I don't need that jive talk

Jive turkey turkey bacon eggs with your wife cooking

Fucked her in your favorite chair, yeah she got some good pussy

Flat pussy, throw that pussy, get money, hot money

Shawty getting good money, but they got a big dummy

Dumb money, fun money, naw this ain't Young Money

Signed Woo and Frenchie, but Juice got his own money

So Icey Ent, Gucci got his own company

Ball money, mall money, y'all making small money

Biting off my lyrics, need to give up that your show money

Flow money, dro money, drug money, more money

Dope money, more money, Gucci Gucci Juice Mane

Haha, y'all niggas ain't getting no money man

I'm on my CEO shit right now, man

What it do Juice Mane?

You know it's 60 thou a weekend, quarter a month

Million a quarter, thats crazy man

3 Or 4 man, you know what I mean

Millions a year, you know what I'm talking about

8 Cars, 4 chains, 6 rings, you know what I mean

8 Homes with 50 shots, East Atlanta Boulevard

So Icey frat boys

I'ma do me, ask Lo who the fucking man

Walking with a waddle and we still popping bottles man

Sex in the club, baby girl bet my sex better

Not Mayweather but I won't Keisha a love letter

You like my baggy baby, baby shake your booty me

Can't call nobody king nigga, I'm the king

In the beam for a murder, I am not a murderer

Nigga tried to murk me, why I'm in the county for?

Shout out to my nigga Killer Mike, for that body rock

Take Gucci Mane chain, I'ma make your party stop

So Icey Vodka boys, we can make your party pop

I ain't T-Pain don't try me with that sissy stuff

Sissy ass niggas

Ha, I'm Mr. P-E-R-F-E-C-T

I didn't do good on my SAT's but I got the B-A-N-D's

Get off my D's nut, that is So Icey boys

Juice Man, I am Mr. Kangaroo Pocket

And I spray with American currency

So Icey out, the S and S get off our motherfucking dicks

It's Gucci, it's Gucci, Mr. Purple

I love trap girls, I don't want no russy baby

I don't have a bucket baby, bought a skid on my Mercedes

7 Inch lips on Hummer truck, come ride in my dually baby

Pick you up in viper truck, come ride 2 hours through Decatur

They know I'm a murder beast, back seat of my new Ducati

.45 In my pockets, I don't wanna hurt nobody

See no evil, hear no evil, late at night I see dead people

Drop top Chevy scaring people, so I call that bitch Crypt Keeper

That boy hot, I'm steaming hot

I'm Mr. Purple, this the album Gucci Mane Mr. Purple

A pluses on all the report cards

All A's on my progress reports

This the album baby, Big Shit Posse

I'm talking to you like it's a mixtape

You feel me? I'ma treat this shit like a mixtape

Album shit man, Juice Man and them

So Icey Boys, Gucci Gucci