Mocas, Mocas, Mocas, Mocas You know I run a few bars so I can buy three

cars I kick a few flows so I can get a streak

fillin' it up in a bar so I can buy three cars

Kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes

Hit a little in the bar so I can buy a few cars

Kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes

I get bored quick, I switch cars every five days

It looks like a traffic jam in my driveway

Got them bumper to bumper, they come with the lumber

07 and 06, I'm jumping the number

She thumbing her number, I hump her and dump her

Make her give me head fakes like she pumping a jumper

They know I'm hood rich, Donald Trump with her pumpers

I run with the shooters, stars gump with the dumpers

Lambo low soul, flying spurs bitch

Got your bitch on the right, she minding her biz

You ain't never seen a face fine as hers is

Your lame ass probably home minding her kids

Bad ass sons say all kind of curses

Grown daughter with heels and designer purses

I probably will them past twenties poking out tires

You're robbing William Mads playing Mrs. Doubtfire

You get your mouth wired like a money transfer

You call my phone again, I might just let your honey in

House full of hoes, they call me the bunny rancher

The young Dennis Hoff holler at me when it's soft

City and property locked nigga

Locked in the motherfucking 215

You know how we doing it nigga

Small money ain't never told big money what to do

It's a fucking epidemic you bastards