Mo Money Mo Money I'm like a bee, tryna make the honey
Mo Money Mo Money I'm like a bee, tryna make the honey
I drop the switches on that 6-4, headin' to the liquor store
Give me a 40 ounce of that crazy horse and that's how it go
I'm goin' on Indonesia, and surrounded in my log by these 430 C's
They tryin' to get me for my dollar, build my crop but I ain't goin' out
Hit the back streets and put that thang in they mouth
Put that nigga chase to chase, 9 in they face
Call my girl on the mobile phone, break the yellow tape
In this on cause we ballin'
And I'm doin' this *** from Richmond all the way back to New Orleans
With them killers hangin', I mean them gangstas slayin'
I got a 2 for 3, 4 for 5, I'm countin' bang
And me and X bout to hook it up real good
I'm Mr. Rogers, Sara Lee, she's the neighborhood queen
And I'm doin' this like Gigs do
And them niggas just mad cause we hittin' em with this voodoo
Southern mix with this Cali style
And Master P don't give a *** cause I can go about a hundred miles
When any nigga chase me or mace me
Police mad cause a young nigga pay cheap
And no limit keeps a nigga's pocket swole
Like I'm on parole, ain't got no love for y'all niggas that wanna be the role
Throwin' flows like Tyson
Right ones and left ones but ain't no nice ones
Cause I'm a nigga comin' higher than Biggie
A nigga makin' bank, so call me the young Biggie
I mean the Al Capone of this rap throne
And Peter Rowe in the nigga that got it goin' on
It's not your wallet out your pocket, your arm out your socket
Niggas hate me cause I got it
No limit, niggas on a mission to get paid
Keep that HK cock for them niggas that play her
Hey, we on a mission to get paid
Pullin' all nighters and keep that HK cock for the food that don't like it
To the top, nigga you can't see me
Bet you gon' joke real cause you sure gon' feel me
Creepin' on the come up on a mission to get paid
Haters wanna stun up but they run up in my fade
To blackness, the match is about to get wrecked
I be the one and only baller
Me a ex next to flex a hex
So wicked on that ass, now who that say that
They knew that that bitch was bad, packin' mad flavor
It's in my nature to be boss
To rat-tat-tat-tat-tat with plastic cards
I mean go off, bring hella noise
Behind that F-E-D-D-Y, it's do or die
A ghetto bitch gon' survive and try to stay alive
In 95 to position herself for that mission
To increase her wealth, the decision fell years
To lay it down cause I'm comin'
Runnin' this street rap ***
Ain't no frontin', I'm on a mission
No limit, niggas on a mission to get paid
Keep that HK cock for them niggas that wanna play her
Hey, we on a mission to get paid
Pullin' all nighters, and keep that HK
Cock for them fools that don't like her
Well it's the B-I-G-E, here to make you holla
The last letter's D, and the D stands for dollar
Sometimes I be feelin' my life shoulda stand still
But I feel that I can grow seven figures, nigga
That'll be a myth, so let me chill
And organize strategically
Cause I'm a grown man and don't need my mama feedin' me
So it's time to leave the nest
Times are gettin' harder, lives are lived shorter
See this here, yo, got my hood captivated, innovated
My spot invasion was the plot, so uh
I gots to make a decision with precision
***, I borrow slang, dope, I rap for a livin'
But either or, I gots to get the dividends
Hooked up with my down south family to make some ends
So in this rap game, there is no competition
We on a mission
No limit, niggas on a mission to get paid
Keep that H-K, cock for them fools that wanna play
Hey, we on a mission to get paid
Pullin' all nighters, and keep that H-K
Cock for them fools that don't like her
Master P in this bitch, on a mission to get paid
With my girl Mil X, big ass bitch
We got that stupid dope game for y'all mother***ers
T.R.U. in this bitch
Them Richmond niggas in this mother***er
Them New Orleans niggas
C. Merton in this bitch
King George, Khaled G
Young Silk, Drake in this bitch
No limit, this a no limit thing that y'all better recognize