笨小笨Mo Money (Explicit)歌词由BiC Fizzle演唱，出自专辑《So Icy Boyz: The Finale (Explicit)》，下面是《Mo Money (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Mo Money (Explicit)歌词完整版
Mo Money (Explicit) - BiC Fizzle
Lyrics by：Christopher Monroe/Jeremiah Northern
More money more problems
Less Glocks more choppers
I'm feelin' red devilish
Did have feelings then out the blue my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man I bossed up you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks I'ma wear once
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much
Sole survivor
Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishscale hook 'em Abdul-Jabbar
Straight from the block I was born a star
How you trap out abandoned car
'Fore I take me a loss I'ma crash on y'all
Talkin' to shh on a collected call
We was just sixteen ***** knock somethin' off
More money more problems
Less Glocks more drums on sticks
Young n***a lit I could **** any *****
Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin'
Whenever I'm out I ain't worried 'bout ****
5 56 click boom-boom-boom
N***a get outta line take away the whole clique
A sole survivor go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
Reach for my neck get his head took off
Racks in my pocket I know they be watchin'
Won't stop 'til I'm up and BiC fizzle a boss
**** what it cost I'ma get what I want
I was dressin' for less buyin' clothes at Ross
Hellcat engine Hellcat the exhaust
Say I know how to grind I ain't takin' no loss
Get in my feelings I just feel my thoughts
Promethazine just to help with my cough
Long road pray I don't never get lost
Right hand on the cross left wrist on frost
Flea-flicker ***** no twenty-two toss
Just threw bro a pack and he snagged like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost
On Sixteenth and Clark Street where I used to walk
More money more problems
Less Glocks more choppers
I'm feelin' red devilish
Did have feelings then out the blue my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man I bossed up you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks I'ma wear once
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much
More money more problems
Less Glocks more drums on sticks
Young n***a lit I could **** any *****
Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin'
Whenever I'm out I ain't worried 'bout ****
5 56 click boom-boom-boom
N***a get outta line take away the whole clique
