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letra de mo money (interldue) - j colee

[intro]
ayo, ayo, ayo, ah, ayo, ah
ayo, ayo, ayo, ah
yeah

[verse 1]
i hate rich n-ggas, god d-mn it
’cause i ain’t never had a lot, d-mn it
who you had to k!ll? who you had to rob?
who you had to f-ck just to make it to the top, d-mn it?
or maybe that’s daddy money, escalator, no ladder money
escalade, new caddy money
worst fear going broke cause i’m bad with money
crooked smile n-gga, momma never had the money, d-mn
i ain’t tripping
n-gga jordan and i ain’t pippen, yeah
up the steps, i ain’t slipping
tears, blood, sweat, and i ain’t cripping
here’s a song you can sing along with
when you down on some let you know you ain’t alone sh-t
when your momma ain’t at home cause she got a second job
dеlivering pizzas, you think she out herе getting robbed
please god watch her i know how n-ggas do
half cracker but a n-gga too
talking all that sh-t ’bout your step-pops
how he was a dog, now look at you
i ain’t bad as that n-gga, plus dawg, i’m a grown man now
i ain’t mad at that n-gga
but if a plane crashed and it only k!lled his lame ass
i’d be glad it’s that n-gga, n-gga
did kay dirty now it’s back to broke
refund checks, used that to float
momma gets depressed, falls in love with the next maniac
on crack, use that to cope
make a n-gga smoke a whole sack of dope
writing rhymes, tryna bring back the hope
try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
could’ve drowned, but i grabbed the rope
[pre-chorus]
and there go you, and there go you, and there go you
selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
and there go you, and there go you, and there go you
selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

[chorus]
sing, you got what i want, i got what you need
“how much for your soul, anna?”
“how much for your soul, anna?”
you got what i want, i got what you need
“how much for your soul, anna?”
“how much for your soul, anna?”

[verse 2]
i hate rich n-ggas, god d-mn it
’cause i ain’t never had a lot, d-mn it
n-ggas can’t front on the flows you got
but every f-cking verse how much dough you got
homie, don’t quit now
hear my sh-t and tried to switch now
know you felt the sh-t just now, know you felt the sh-t just now
ain’t there more to you? don’t it ever get boring to you?
i realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power, f-ck it more to you
saw through you and it made me ashamed that i played the game
not for mo’ money like damon wayans
wanted the respect but it came with fame
i just wanted love but this ain’t the same
i took a train down memory lane
and watched lil jermaine do his thang before he made a name
it’s like sony signed basquiat
he gave it all he got, and now a n-gga don’t paint the same, d-mn
i guess he can’t complain
all the money that be raining in
spend a hundred thou for the chain again
think of old school n-ggas like dana dane
probably k!ll for another claim to fame, my brain the same
yeah, n-gga, at least he ain’t insane
at least he ain’t insane
you ain’t crazy, motherf-cker, you just afraid of change
that’s new, maybe that’s true
but listen here, i got a bigger fear
of one day that i become you
when i become lost and i become heartless
and numb from all the ménages
just one b-tch don’t feel the same no more
and henny don’t really k!ll the pain no more
now i’m cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
cause i can’t maintain no more
tad bit extreme i know
money can’t save your soul
but there go you
[pre-chorus]
and there go you, and there go you, and there go you
selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
and there go you, and there go you, and there go you
selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

[outro]
“how much for your soul, anna?”
“how much for your soul, anna?”

- j colee

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