Lil’ Mo - My Game Lyrics

These nighas wana know my game
And these bitches be so lame
So I fuck'em all the same
Call her late cause she's a hoe
You know girls that love the doh
Cocaina on the low
Oh bad bitch
I make her wind it slow
Bad and boujee
She wear that dress to show her booty
Bad and boujee
She love the drinks we getting boozy

Got that mad life, Frivolous
Twenty and my rizilas
Grab them munchies, sizzlers
Free the bros, prisoners
Hear them jokers, Whisperers
All my nighas, Are winners
Kick her out, Call millers
Oh back to grind
Back to work
Need that mili
Need that mark
Then some more
To be stark
Iron man
Fly a pack
Mask off if the future not so dark
Money, money, money
Come, come now we stack

I'm still on a level
Working on that peddle
A sinner, not a devil
My brothers, there be several
Se the money
Treble, treble
Girls looking all thick
We do no pencil
You see me all quiet
Like man he be gentle
But my nighas know ama jack Russel
And we tussle
We tussle when we wrestle

I know you hate oh hate
Your girls be loving dates
Not with you oh that's a shame
All she wants is the fame
So throw it on her all the same
I got time for the ugilies
Big mango juggiles
10/10 her ukies
She like to free-up quicker than your re-up
I never look down
All I do is see up
They love the white
They love to key up
Oh Money, money, money
Oh that's my g's up