Rich Homie Quan — Mojo

[Intro] Man, I've been down so much, bro Y'all wouldn't even understand the half of it, you feel me? Y'all don't know about being on section 8 and shit bout that, bro Insane shit man, three days straight man, for real [Chorus] I've been here so much I forgot what the top looked like Convertible 442, forgot what the top looked like Little shorty ass so fat I forgot what the top was like Beat that pussy, boxing fight Don't talk to cowards, I am Austin Powers Nigga I done found my mojo, I done found my mojo I done found my, found my mojo (That's right too) I done found my mojo, I done found my mojo I done found my mojo [Verse 1] I say that mojo show the inside Ain't got nothing to [?], ain't got nothing to [?], but Keep your confidence up cause, a lot of niggas they might try you My personality is different from my mojo, I divide them Light a nigga up like a firetruck [?] If a nigga try and run off, we gon find him If a nigga get away, we gone tie his ass up We gon' put him in the truck, we gon' hide him I used to get paid seven dollars every hour Now a nigga get paid by the thousand Fuck that, I'm a millionaire now Got a Versace robe just so I can lounge in it Pounding that pussy, fuck speed limit Bought it just so I can motherfucking clown in that Bentley I ain't been around in a minute, but that don't mean I wasn't working I was just holding it down for my niggas, more money, problems right quick I had to make it from the bottom like this, cause... [Chorus] I've been here so much I forgot what the top looked like Convertible 442, forgot what the top looked like Little shorty ass so fat I forgot what the top was like Beat that pussy, boxing fight Don't talk to cowards, I am Austin Powers Nigga I done found my mojo, I done found my mojo I done found my, found my mojo (That's right too) I done found my mojo, I done found my mojo I done found my mojo [Verse 2] Fuck her good and she send them kissy faces I ain't never lose my mojo, I probably just misplaced it Separate myself, I'm solo, they mad, see it in they faces Yeah I'm talking bout them haters, yeah I'm talking bout them haters And my car have these cameras cause that bitch ain't got no roof And my niggas they gon' go on Simon says, boy, they gone shoot And I just relapsed, I'm back off that drank, I'm on that juice And I still drop them old names, still reminiscing 'bout Troupe I just got my mojo back, I feel like Austin Powers felt Money hold my pants up, so why the fuck I need a belt? Cook that work, don't need a chef So much money, my bag swollen Watching out for these haters, I'm keeping my eyes open, ayy! [Chorus] I've been here so much I forgot what the top looked like Convertible 442, forgot what the top looked like Little shorty ass so fat I forgot what the top was like Beat that pussy, boxing fight Don't talk to cowards, I am Austin Powers Nigga I done found my mojo, I done found my mojo I done found my, found my mojo (That's right too) I done found my mojo, I done found my mojo I done found my mojo