Lyrics Mo Money - Jay Lewis , Ratchet Life

They say when you get that money you get problems
All I like to do is count commas
I'm doing good, you can miss me with that drama
J. Lewis booming, nigga, you can ask your mama
They say when you get that money you get problems
All I like to do is count commas
I'm doing good, you can miss me with that drama
J. Lewis booming, nigga, you can ask your mama

I count that money, I do that without no problems
You know you ratchet, fucking hoes without no condoms
I really do it, you can catch me rolling blunts up
Or you can catch me with my fans getting fucked up
I'm really grinding, I just do it for my mama
This shit go wrong, I'ma start selling marijuana
You can never catch me lacking, I be Glocked up
I got to do it for all of my niggas locked up
These bitches want me 'cause I make a lot of cash now
Young money magnet, I be blowing money fast now
Shoutout J. Dirty, you can tell him hit the booking line
I got the rules turnt up like a second line
I ain't got nothing for you, why you in my pockets now?
Oh, you need some money, no, you need to stop it now
On my own, I ain't looking for no handouts
I know the people fucking with me 'cause I stand out

They say when you get that money you get problems
All I like to do is count commas
I'm doing good, you can miss me with that drama
J. Lewis booming, nigga, you can ask your mama
They say when you get that money you get problems (Ratchet Life)
All I like to do is count commas (Yeah)
I'm doing good, you can miss me with that drama (Hahahaha)
J. Lewis booming, nigga, you can ask your mama (Yeah)

My mama told me let the haters hate 'cause that's what they do
Imagine us rolling big in the drop top, me and J. Lew
My girl say she want to see me on the TV channel
It's hard when you black growing up in Louisiana
From two-two-five to three-one-eight, we show our ass in every state
I been on the come up, I just pray he let me elevate
Rest in peace to Cardo, man, I miss you and I love you, dawg
Can't believe you gone, I wish I could've been there for you, dawg
That's why you in my ear and you reminding me
I'm true to my religion, I put that on my designer jeans
My brother asked me why I'm searching for dope
'Cause when you broke and down bad, that when it hurt you the most
And from what I was told, everything glitter ain't gold
My granny say respect your elders, you might live to get old
And if so, that's why I'm stacking my change
Just like the money be relaxing my brain, like, yeah

They say when you get that money you get problems
All I like to do is count commas
I'm doing good, you can miss me with that drama
J. Lewis booming, nigga, you can ask your mama
They say when you get that money you get problems
All I like to do is count commas
I'm doing good, you can miss me with that drama
J. Lewis booming, nigga, you can ask your mama