Fabolous - Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Lyrics
[Fabolous]Check my resume, look back at my past to this present dayAlways been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure layCastle on the hill, far from where the peasants staySteel in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert layPut the Audemar away, today feel like a present dayRaindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gayPassion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the EscaladeIi be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is Desirae36 24 40 what her measure sayHere today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterdayWe already eating yall tryna make reservaeWe making movies while yall sit on couches pressing playMmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn't countIi did sneaker boxes , now I does accountsSstill keep it hood aint no half way shitCan do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shitAand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the talent blind sayIn the club buying roses like its valentines day *****They find them niggas in a meat locker soonHave their mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup ![Chorus]Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo SouthsideYyou catch that body nigga better have that alibiYou never know it might just be your time to that rideTto them pearly white gates watch that suicide[Vado]Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pieBurning pot, turtle top watching cooley highShoot high, one in your calf like the *****ie gotSuit and tie then comit suicide like he knew to dieHaaa, Bright lights I visionHouse full of birds I'm like Mike Tys' with pigeonsWwhite mics religion if not ice and linenYou gave me your word then that right price was givingTrend setters, Hamptons live betterIn the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweaterTop floor gusevoir see me with bench pressersSlimes that push weight but aint hit the gym neverLike quarters got red ordersBags over bags stash house look like hortersAvon home tell marlo these my cornersMatress tight walls we snatching wife daughtersOnly dimes keep on my time sheetCatch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 pieceAlready marketing plan it never my minds sleepsLime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roachesPretty head on hotel sofas in this town of dreams and hopersDont approach us, watch the common stretchers lead to comasSold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonusWho can hold us? the OG rollers New York city's coldestSour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiersMy position, remains the same while niggas change and switchingPolitics from famous living, heavy chains and brainless womenPlace to swim in, 22 spinning leather grace the linenIf you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinningDucking po po, the 2k winners Banks, Vado, and LosoBrooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around here you'll be promoI'm fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the thousand xMy style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jetsLife reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flowFeel like I'm popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I goThousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and goPounding out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll[Chorus]
