I Want Mo'
Champ
Champ, yea
Call me El Champo
Call me El Champo, bitch, yea
The champ is here
Nigga feelin' like that coolest dude in the room, uh
Blowin' on this doob like I'm playin' the flute, uh
All I see is green, nigga, green is go
And my flow so cold, shit, you might need a coat
Just a young nigga out here livin' my dreams
Cash rule everything 'round me
Dolla dolla bills all up in my eyes
And I'm puffin' cherry pie 'til my mind in the sky
I wanna motherfuckin' Rolli, I don't care what it cost, uh
DMND MND productions, yea, you know I'ma boss, uh
Hopped up in this game and I'm Young-er than Dolph
Haters on my dick and I'm breakin' 'em off
I want that gold on my wrist and that ice in my hand, uh
Everywhere I go, them people say I'm the man, uh
Rollin' through the city, and they know I'm the Champ
And gettin' to this money, while I'm stack my bands, hey
Mo, I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
I want mo',I want mo',I want mo'
I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
Nigga, don't you know?
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope (yea)
I want
Christo gon' get it, 10's, 20's hunnids', 50's
Bad bitches, fuckin' with me, puttin' on for my city
Like I was puttin' on wave caps, wokrin' too hard, I don't take naps
I only be with the realest, put your hands up if you fake
Yea, I see you now, them type of people don't be around
Devil gon' try to keep me down but, I keep a blunt and the reefer 'round
Roll it up, I'ma chief it down, neighbors tellin' me to keep it down
But, motherfuck your opinion, 'cause I ain't never gon' listen
And my beat bang to hard you might end up with a concussion
And this new rap so wack, yea, all of you niggas redundant
All of my niggas is hustlers, all of y'all niggas is busters
Styrofoam, double cup, sip a cup, run a muck
Don't take L's, just smoke L's, Fuck a bitch at hotel
I'ma Giant like Odell, I'ma keep it trill, forreal
Not lyin', I'm heatin' up like a hot iron
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she not mine
I just flexin' like Popeye
Champ
Mo, I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
I want mo',I want mo',I want mo'
I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
Nigga, don't you know?
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope
I want
Champ, yea
Call me El Champo
Call me El Champo, bitch, yea
The champ is here
Nigga feelin' like that coolest dude in the room, uh
Blowin' on this doob like I'm playin' the flute, uh
All I see is green, nigga, green is go
And my flow so cold, shit, you might need a coat
Just a young nigga out here livin' my dreams
Cash rule everything 'round me
Dolla dolla bills all up in my eyes
And I'm puffin' cherry pie 'til my mind in the sky
I wanna motherfuckin' Rolli, I don't care what it cost, uh
DMND MND productions, yea, you know I'ma boss, uh
Hopped up in this game and I'm Young-er than Dolph
Haters on my dick and I'm breakin' 'em off
I want that gold on my wrist and that ice in my hand, uh
Everywhere I go, them people say I'm the man, uh
Rollin' through the city, and they know I'm the Champ
And gettin' to this money, while I'm stack my bands, hey
Mo, I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
I want mo',I want mo',I want mo'
I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
Nigga, don't you know?
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope (yea)
I want
Christo gon' get it, 10's, 20's hunnids', 50's
Bad bitches, fuckin' with me, puttin' on for my city
Like I was puttin' on wave caps, wokrin' too hard, I don't take naps
I only be with the realest, put your hands up if you fake
Yea, I see you now, them type of people don't be around
Devil gon' try to keep me down but, I keep a blunt and the reefer 'round
Roll it up, I'ma chief it down, neighbors tellin' me to keep it down
But, motherfuck your opinion, 'cause I ain't never gon' listen
And my beat bang to hard you might end up with a concussion
And this new rap so wack, yea, all of you niggas redundant
All of my niggas is hustlers, all of y'all niggas is busters
Styrofoam, double cup, sip a cup, run a muck
Don't take L's, just smoke L's, Fuck a bitch at hotel
I'ma Giant like Odell, I'ma keep it trill, forreal
Not lyin', I'm heatin' up like a hot iron
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she not mine
I just flexin' like Popeye
Champ
Mo, I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
I want mo',I want mo',I want mo'
I want mo', I want mo', I want mo'
Nigga, don't you know?
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope
I want mo', I want mo', I want way mo' befo'
Hoes dancin' all on my clothes
Blowin' dope and makin' that dope
I want
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Writer(s): Christopher Amponsah
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