New shit, new shit Fresh up off the stove though Game in the bag Got a whole lotta mojo Step in the spot And all the women want a photo I guess I’ll pose though That’s just my mojo Mojo, mojo Whole lotta mojo You can’t buy this This ain’t in the stores yo Plus I be runnin’ through the money like Flo Jo Mojo, mojo, mojo, mojo
We can spend money on your fingers and toes I’ll put you backstage meet Jeezy and Hov You play your hand right You get spades all night It’s the Ace alright You can taste all night Baby chasin’ diamonds So I’m steady breakin’ hearts Join the club when I touch you Keep ‘em on shuffle Chips like Ruffels Feet Ferragamo with the Louise V. duffle Middle name Trouble Finger on Trigga, bustin; on you all More than 30 G’s on the wrist up my sleeve I don’t call it a watch though We call it the time-piece Pop-Eye’s chicken, I got us a 9-piece Head ten times, so I call it a dime piece I like foreign cars and foreign broads Purple labels and green cash Red women with big ol’ ass Mob squad, here goes a smash
New shit, new shit Fresh up off the stove though Game in the bag Got a whole lotta mojo Step in the spot And all the women wanna photo I guess I’ll pose though That’s just my mojo Mojo, mojo Whole lotta mojo You can’t buy this This ain’t in the stores yo Plus I be runnin’ through the money like Flo Jo Mojo, mojo, mojo, mojoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
