Yung Mojo – OZ lyrics

[Hook]
Started wit' zips now I'm movin' wit' pounds
Ridin' impalas the trunk full of loud
Smoke me a zip and I'm breaking it down
You smoke a zip now it's trapped in the ground

I call my 'migo he front me the pounds
I roll wit' shooters they rollin' wit rounds
I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down
I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down

[Verse]

Money in my safe
Money in my face
You ain't gettin' money
All these niggas fake

Yeah I got a plug
He stay out of state
Out of town trappin'
Gotta make my cake

I'm rollin' wit pounds in my trunk
I buy one, the other one front
I'm ballin', I can't even dunk
You snitchin' we tyin' you up

He mad 'cause im fuckin his slut
My nigga go get you some bucks
My nigga go get you some bucks
My nigga go get you some funds

I got fast money, it ain't never slow
In the trap 9-5, nigga rings and the snow (?)
What'chu want, I deliver and I got it for the low
I got junkies on my phone, I got junkies at my door

Pounds and the flow, pounds in my safe
I know 12 lurkin', they be in the way
I be in my lane, makin' major plays
I say fuck the clout, you can keep the fame

[Bridge]
I got fast money, it ain't never slow
In the trap 9-5, nigga rings and the snow (?)
What'chu want I deliver and I got it for the low
I got junkies on my phone I got junkies at my door

[Hook]
Started wit' zips now I'm movin' wit' pounds
Ridin' impalas, the trunk full of loud
Smoke me a zip and I'm breaking it down
You smoke a zip now it's trapped in the ground

I call my 'migo he front me the pounds
I roll wit' shooters they rollin' wit rounds
I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down
I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down

[Verse 2]
In the trap, we gon' make it rain
In the trap, we gon' make a shake
Designer shoes, got expensive tastes
Shawty choose, she let me paint her face

Ain't no cuffin', we don't go on date
She a slaughter, flip her like a steak
In the palace, all the soda's fake (?)
In the palace, we don't see the hate

[Hook]
Started wit' zips now I'm movin' wit' pounds
Ridin' impalas, the trunk full of loud
Smoke me a zip and I'm breaking it down
You smoke a zip now it's trapped in the ground

I call my 'migo he front me the pounds
I roll wit' shooters they rollin' wit rounds
I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down
I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down