The MO - CES Cru

Yo man, my mind is on this money, and I keep that money on me

Now we blowin' on that potent rollin' vibin' with my homies

CES from the show me so show me how high that you can go

Now we drivin' slow sippin' on somethin' ridin' through the MO

I want the money, whoever shall disagree can suck it

It ain’t a secret so peep it, I’m tryin' to Scrooge Mcduck it

Eatin' off thousand dollar shit that I did right

I get the cream but can’t remember eating at midnight

It’s just as well, must’ve puffed a nail with a gremlin

Then again, can’t pretend that I’m not a sinner with synonyms

They don’t put us on pedestals high as Tech, Eminem, and 'em

Look at me being Christian, I listen then I’m forgivin' 'em

Don’t get it twisted you bitches, listen for disses closely

Spit in the face of a monkey tryin' to diss an OG

You wiggin' out, you get ya whole damn hood sprayed up

I’m off my rocker like an old man stood straight up

Been executed, rebooted, gotta be rare

Still might post up in a pic with a chick, I gotta be fair

Swear my bottom dollar is bloody buddy beware

If they dolin' out the duckets, well fuck it, Imma be there

Yo man, my mind is on this money, and I keep that money on me

Now we blowin' on that potent rollin' vibin' with my homies

CES from the show me so show me how high that you can go

Now we drivin' slow sippin' on somethin' ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Bro we from the show me now show me how high that you can go

Player play on if you’re wicked than say your seance

Pray or be prayed upon, I’m shinin' when they throw the shade on

I’m sorry I’m late, leavin' early, I never stay long

When I’m on my James Bond, all y’all kiddies can play with crayons

City liaison laced me with a key, she hold connection

V.I.P special guest and for me and my soul collective

The S.O.P, I keep my letters signed with 'Os' and 'Xs'

Owner let me close the section, sex is a loaded weapon

Sippin' Amarone or Brunello from the Monticello

Slanted eye observe through to the cancer, I’m the calmest fellow

Accompanied by something dangerous walkin' on stilettos

Talkin' over contracts in the back, the dough was all but settled

On my level, fire flower resembled emerald city

Sweaty hippies hold me down, know my nose is rose pedal picky

Love me, she love me not, we translucent to opaque

Gave the bouquet the O. K and relocated to home base

Where the MO is at

Yo man, my mind is on this money, and I keep that money on me

Now we blowin' on that potent rollin' vibin' with my homies

CES from the show me so show me how high that you can go

Now we drivin' slow sippin' on somethin' ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Bro we from the show me now show me how high that you can go