Artist: M.M.O. Album: All About the Money Song: We M.M.O. Typed by: Cno Evil [Itchy Fingas Sha] I got that new Benz truck on them 22's I hit the club, I'mma slide wit a broad or two Pop bottles wit the crew, you know how a don do See the chain in the ring, bitch, admire the crew It's M.M.O. Officials, so clear the space when we come through Unless you wanna be that nigga that we run through Little broccoli on the waist, for your get rich schemes I got a team, that'll leave you looking like Mitch Green And get this cream, we plot, sit and scheme And shit get mean, we got M-16's And a fiend, that'll lead you right straight to the spot Same fiend last week, lead you straight to the cops Believe it or not, I don't a give a fuck you breathing or not Catch me on your block, you gon' be bleeding a lot So be easy, while the paramedics loading the cart Cuz if you breathing, it's a reason, why you won't holding these shots [Chorus: Trigg-nomm] We straight pimping in this game Be bout money for this fame Twisting 20's when we blaze, we M.M.O. We got wifeys, we got kids Cats get sheisty, we push wigs Ain't no life if we can't live, we M.M.O. [Trigg-nomm] I got a band on my pinky, left hand on my twinkie Bitch I'm the man, why you so stinky Flow chinky, like I'm high and my eyes low Speech splur, like I dive in some hydro Wise growing kilo's in the tombs tank I'm the cool state, playing cee-lo, taking dudes bank See I'm a O.G. now, I got full rank So when the Klik Ga Bow, let's do some more rank And if I snatch you child, I just called bank I want the nicest ices, shit that's priceless I'm into heistless, snipe shit, I likes this I just fall back and say "I got it" Or you gon' get a call back, saying I shot it I'm never spotted, see I'm low like Gary Cole' Somewhere far, g, in a Ferrari Fucking a black Barbie, spitting that star street [Chorus] [Trigg-nomm] Yo, what you know about hundred thousand dollar withdrawers In a villa wit high yellow stillas and no drawers Four runners, Hummers, Porsches on 24's Money Makin' Operations, wit no laws Money Members Only, status in the outdoors Stash cash indoors, glass for outdoors Clash wit outlaws, we bash without pause The last cat you see, before you get wit the lord [Itchy Fingas Sha] I bang at your doors, a real nigga get your broad Front the crib wit the semi automatic four-four Just waiting, for the right time to get at your whore Get the info to low lab, where you got kinfolk Towns in the dressers, rounds and ammunition And a stolen blue tempers, banging competition My prediction is, one of ya'll niggas gon' be missing In the river wit the fishes, or digging your own wit ya [Chorus]