Artist: M.M.O. Album: All About the Money Song: All About the Money Typed by: Cno Evil [Naisha] It's like a million and one ways to make a block hot Convertible drop top, I'm chillin, sipping Henny rock Play the block, cook that ready rock, when M.M.O. pop This dough don't stop, catch me at your nearest chop shop Unorthodox, pop locks, this life don't stop I leave you shot where the fishes rot, keeping it funky For ya niggas rhyme, king size and throat die We pass locks, counter clockwise, my nigga Hass go to Italy For your guys, son, we too fly Thugging it, to the highest extent Loving this fashion, we throb like some mad men And ghetto action, it's nectar, got me bugging, gunning for cheddar It's Naisha, quick to split ya, blood on the stretcher And bang you from your neck up, you cats ain't tough Killa, paraphanelias, overnight base seller To bake cheddar, seeing light straight outta dark cellar You fucking wit the latest, new line famous The cinema, black dillinger, nation of emperor Bust a calico, straight off the bannister, white Acura Feel the moist in this, rock fly oysters Pop oh, my click colossal, lock and unload Team got dough, but seem humble, and over crumble And toke the black double double, no time for rumbles It's here that niggas feel that make your livings crumble The critical get smacked pitiful, talking political Eighteen hundred Tequila, dog, and better than My mic cord and move like some missiles in war Bossolino style, hats off, we bloody type, get our mack on And touch my hoe with all the thousands and poor [Chorus: male singer] It's all about the money, all about the currency Taking what you have, to get to where I wanna be [Pearl Handles] Lounge in the lobby, me and dunn sipping Dom P Reminiscing when we was getting mad cheese in C.G. Now watch me, terrorize the industry, screw villains Mindstate, visions over a million Making a killing like a block, uncut rocks Potent products, so we can stay on top Never get knocked, my spot's like plots on pot locks Worldwide receive, bloody money eater Legal life achiever, brought the street thugs wit me Spread the luxury, it's not a fantasy, it's reality You live it up, thug passion, car crashing Street fashions, out classing what you flashing Massive actions, glow wise and an attraction Light constractions, hot slugs steadily blasting Niggas is wet, laying in blood, all through the surface Plotting to hurt this, now your people's at another service [Trigg-nomm] It was mid December, that was all I remember On the money agenda, caught a flight to Virginia Transact stage, slay, slid to the Batcave They was in the limo, we was in the Montaro DeNiro's, with calicos under the clothes Metal chestplates, stop shit bigger than your thirty eight Stay awake, son, that leak have you falling asleep Don dozing, in the morgue with a tag, all frozen We travel long distance, representing with the glisten Non fiction, my team's real, we on a mission Play that role pronto, get filled full of holes Sincerely yours, M.M.O., love the luciano [Chorus] [Itchy Fingas Sha] Aiyo, I spit range, a lyrical titanium steel We calculate then evaporate you on the battlefield We spiderweb like eight legs, yo, blood shot, we dose to the head Let's get this cheddar instead to meet with the bread Then start blazing at this nigga, razors at, inrational M.M.O. tackable, like an NFL youth With no equipment on, quarterback sack, a sneaky lineback Can tear ya whole frontline, before halftime Can flatline ya post line, with your wack ass punch line You touch mine, I separate your back from your spine Remember the time like Jackson, then beat it like a gun wit no firing pin Tell the judge, you saw it again, thought I lost ya I push the Rover over Canadian borders Holding the soldiers life, before I shot him straight off his motorcycle Damn bean, turn this money clean in investments schemes Watch kid get cold, reaction to polo, double expos Ya'll bitches still blowing my nose, cleaning my toes Trying to fit in shoes you can't even use You too small, physically, cuz mentally, I rip you all Leave you painted on walls, wit cars that ain't yours Before I close ya house, from a penthouse to ya friend's house Wit big bottles of Mo', to St. Ide's and Old Golde, what [Chorus 2X]