Mo Money Moses

Yo, it’s Mo Money Moses, stackin’ that paper like the Ten Commandments, Part the seas of these haters, leavin’ ‘em stranded in abandonment. I’m fresher than some roses, bloomin’ in the garden of the elite, Pull up to the function, mane, you know I’m where the hoes is, feel the heat.
I just fucked ya bitch better than her rose did, left her shakin’ in ecstasy, Mo Money Moses, biblical flow, turnin’ water into Hennessy. Drippin’ in gold chains, Pharaohs bow down to my reign, While you simpin’ in the shadows, I’m claimin’ the throne, breakin’ the chain.
From the Nile to the block, I’m the prophet with the profit motive, Spittin’ fire like Mount Sinai, explosive, no one can hold it. Hoes flock like the Israelites, escapin’ your lame-ass plagues, Mo Money Moses, partin’ cheeks, writin’ new pages in the sex slaves—nah, just playin’, but you get the vibe.
I’m untouchable, cash flow biblical, miracles in my wallet, You broke boys prayin’ for a sign, but I’m the one who called it. Fresher than roses in spring, thorns can’t prick my skin, Pull up, hoes on deck, your girl’s my win—end scene, begin again.

Rap, Male