Album: My Sex Room (2010)

Mojo

New shit, new shit
Fresh up off the stove though
Game in the bag
Got a whole lotta mojo
Step in the spot
And all the women want a photo
I guess I'll pose though
That's just my mojo
Mojo, mojo
Whole lotta mojo
You can't buy this
This ain't in the stores yo
Plus I be runnin' through the money like Flo Jo
Mojo, mojo, mojo, mojo

We can spend money on your fingers and toes
I'll put you backstage meet Jeezy and Hov
You play your hand right
You get spades all night
It's the Ace alright
You can taste all night
Baby chasin' diamonds
So I'm steady breakin' hearts
Join the club when I touch you
Keep 'em on shuffle
Chips like Ruffels
Feet Ferragamo with the Louise V. duffle
Middle name Trouble
Finger on Trigga, bustin; on you all
More than 30 G's on the wrist up my sleeve
I don't call it a watch though
We call it the time-piece
Pop-Eye's chicken, I got us a 9-piece
Head ten times, so I call it a dime piece
I like foreign cars and foreign broads
Purple labels and green cash
Red women with big ol' ass
Mob squad, here goes a smash

New shit, new shit
Fresh up off the stove though
Game in the bag
Got a whole lotta mojo
Step in the spot
And all the women wanna photo
I guess I'll pose though
That's just my mojo
Mojo, mojo
Whole lotta mojo
You can't buy this
This ain't in the stores yo
Plus I be runnin' through the money like Flo Jo
Mojo, mojo, mojo, mojo