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MO3 - Watch Us lyrics

Artist: MO3

album: OSAMA


Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Moneybag Hits)
Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Nigga, watch us (Nigga, watch us)
Everything a nigga do is 'bout a dollar (Is 'bout a dollar)
I'ma keep balling like D-Rose, fuck all that nonsense (Fuck all that nonsense)
Labels keep blowing up my phone, they love my content (They love my content)
I was just sleep on the floor stuck in them projects (Oh, I was sleep)
Now I go get it and I put it in they face (And that's on me)
Started off jugging, now I put it in they face (Go get the cream)
You ought to see 'em when they looked me in my face (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bust down my Rollie, put them VVs in the face (Huh)
This not a stolie, I spent thirty by the way (Oh, I spent thirty)
BG4L gon' do 'em dirty, that's on gang (Gon' do 'em dirty)
Carry from the slums, I put that drum under that K (Bah, bah)
Bitch, I was struggling, now I'm straight (Hah)
BG4L (4L), was rocking Adidas, but now it's Chanel ('Nel)
Red bottom stepper (A stepper), big Desert Eagle
I'm thugging wherever (That's on gang)
I was broke in the hood (With the hood)
Went and flooded my bezel, oh, now I feel special (Bling)
They say I was extra, uh (Extra)
But nobody helped me, they say I was regular
I put down them VVs to ice out the Audemars
Bitch, I be balling hard, this is not volleyball (Yeah)
I set the party off (Uh), I let that forty talk (Uh)
Please do not call the law, boy, you were not the law (Yeah)
He in the streets for real, I'm like, "Not at all"
Cadillac on four-fours, so low, I'm gon' knock 'em off
Bought it all, got it all, I'm tryna buy the mall
You got the P's, my nigga, might buy 'em all, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
You won't believe where I came from (Came from)
I'm King James, first name LeBron (NBA, baby)
I'm still thugging with my handgun (Brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah)
And this bitch gon' beat just like a band drum (Gang)
Nigga, watch us (Nigga, watch us)
Everything a nigga do is 'bout a dollar (Is 'bout a dollar)
I'ma keep balling like D-Rose, fuck all that nonsense (Fuck all that nonsense)
Labels keep blowing up my phone, they love my content (They love my content)
I was just sleep on the floor stuck in them projects (Oh, I was sleep)
Now I go get it and I put it in they face (And that's on me)
Started off jugging, now I put it in they face (Go get the cream)
You ought to see 'em when they looked me in my face (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bust down my Rollie, put them VVs in the face (Huh)
I went from sliding in that four-door to a two-door
In the streets, I kept my strap and got my pack, the perfect duo
Laws bend the corner, you got it on you, keep it solid, nigga, you know
I played my cards right, I'm by myself solo, nigga, uno
On my gang, I won't change, I'm still the same, yeah
Versace the fit, I'm rocking the same belt
Them project floors, I laid there
Corner store, I slang there
North Dallas, was raised there
Forest Lane, I came back and showed 'em I'm the same, yeah
Nigga, watch us (Nigga, watch us)
Everything a nigga do is 'bout a dollar (Is 'bout a dollar)
I'ma keep balling like D-Rose, fuck all that nonsense (Fuck all that nonsense)
Labels keep blowing up my phone, they love my content (They love my content)
I was just sleep on the floor stuck in them projects (Oh, I was sleep)
Now I go get it and I put it in they face (And that's on me)
Started off jugging, now I put it in they face (Go get the cream)
You ought to see 'em when they looked me in my face (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bust down my Rollie, put them VVs in the face (Huh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

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