Artist: M.M.O. Album: All About the Money Song: Ready to Rock Typed by: Cno Evil [Itchy Fingas Sha] Ya'll ready to rock wit big Sha? Come on, my bitches ya'll got to stay fly With ya Prada, ya Gucci, ya Dolce Gabana Wit your hair and your nails done, ma, you the bomb And my niggas stay laced in Timbs and Polo And we flip them birds, wit bowls of hydro And we get that dough, you know like I know Put something in your clothes, resemble a peephole And ma, you ain't sucking unless you deep throat And homey, you ain't busting unless you heat something Ya'll holding them guns and fronting with Calico's I see you at the show, y'all never let it go But it gotta be the click, M.O., M.M.O. That got ya'll niggas shook from New York to T.O. And when we get booked just know we need dough Atleast seven figures to feed the animals [Chorus 4X: Itchy Fingas Sha] I hope ya'll ready to rock wit M.M.o. I hope ya'll ready to rock wit M.O. [Bam Bam] Is ya'll ready to hang wit hangman? Ya'll clowns better stop and drop, it's Bam Bam Slide through and mop the spot, got them things Hot off the pot, ya'll know the game plan You know that I'm ready to rock for T.O. We get dough on the grind wit yae yo When them things blow, best duck and lay low These hoes only coming to truck if they blow Better drop them clothes before we blaze dro Buy out the bar, drink Crys' and pop Mo' Hop out the car, my wrist and watch glow M.O., M.M.O., nobody move unless we say so It's me, who they say, when they come for they owe's Been making cream since I was a day old The kid spit platinum, how could he stay gold [Chorus 4X: Bam Bam] [Trigg-nomm] Bitches, is ya'll ready to rock wit big Trigg Is ya'll ready to drop and drink kids Is my niggas ready to pop off and push wigs Is ya'll built for federal state bids Is ya'll ready for cats from BK To be in T.O. doing album release dates Is ya'll ready for more, M.M.O. M.O. Money Makin' Outlaws Bitches is ya'll ready to pop bottles and swallow back Wake up tomorrow in the telly wit Toronto cats Protect Ya Neck, nigga, ya'll don't know how to act Holla back, where we at is where the party at Afterparty, pool party, that's where party at At a party, wit oochie wally, squalie rats Hourglass, fat ass and a body bag If you ain't eating, I'm skeeting, you take a doggy bag [Chorus 4X: Trigg-nomm]