Moe Chettah

Yeah, rub my back while I rap bitch

Jet Life, joints look like bats

You know what that is, homicide, kamikaze high, not giving a shit

Never die, this'll go on for years

Multiply, legacy of the fly

Pedigree champion blood line, the big dog got the big yard

Behind a big crib, big garage, a fleet of ten cars

Shake the devil off, angel on the hood

In that, looking good in that

Roger would've had if you was just good and rapped

Look at that, after all she did he done took her back

That's real love, exactly how I feel about them stacks

Addicted to that money, it took me under like crack

I chase it like it's running from me all over the map

I'll go to it's at, if you my bro we can split it in half

Moe' betta', moe' chettah'

I smoke betta', then those fella's

Ho you should know betta'

Don't test us, we professional

No audio dope sellers

Don't tell 'em, they'll get so jealous

Moe betta', moe' chettah'

Sitting in the Porsche parked outside of the port

Overseeing the airport process, let my bitches sort it out at the fort

Back at the set, they get wet from the sound of my engine

My design in women

Two in the kitchen, the other two in the pool nude

But far too fine for me to say they skinny dipping

I never been in a position where I didn't come out winning

Even if I was losing in the beginning

Stuck with it, now I'm up shifting

That three twenty-eight, game crooked but the paper straight

Got them bitches looking, yup