Mola Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song Mola as performed together by Eric Bellinger&Young Lord

Lyrics to song Mola by Eric Bellinger feat. Young Lord

Chorus 1:
So makes yo body is the strip club
Let me perform on your stage (say what?)
Dropped out of school for the money and the fame
Fuck it, I'm getting paid (for the moola!)
I heard a man say it's money on top (hallelujah)
To molly your tips away
So makes yo body is the strip club
Let me perform on your stage (for the moola!)

Verse 1:
Hallelujah, this shit legendary
Trip like Jason Terry, pussy pink as Katy Perry
This shit came form nowhere (nowhere)
Drama, please don't go there
Pussy Michael Jordan
No hair, bald had no hair
Bandz a made her dance
20's will bring her friends
Cities, a change of plans
Boy I came here off gramps
For a dollar, you'll do all this for a dollar?
Play, make you think she a scholar
Accent like she super proper
Lick the swimming pool
Make her say fuck all the rules
Don't mind if she get used, that poor nigga say fuck school
So I made this foreign type
Oh yea now I'm so in tight
I said she married to the moola
Show some motherfuckin rocks wooh!

Chorus 1:
So makes yo body is the strip club
Let me perform on your stage (say what?)
Dropped out of school for the money and the fame
Fuck it, I'm getting paid (for the moola!)
I heard a man say it's money on top (hallelujah)
To molly your tips away
So makes yo body is the strip club
Let me perform on your stage (for the moola!)

Hook 1:
Girl be no dummy, don't be actin funny
Come and get this money, come and get this money
'Cus I know you need it
So come and take it from me
Come and get this money, come and get this money

Verse 2:
If you tryna get some cash
Hop up on top and start shakin that ass
Girl, I ain't worried bout yo past
Just tryna tip you right after I smash
Girl girl girl girl, yea I know just what you came for
You gon be the one that I came for

Chorus 2:
Let my body be the strip club
Come and perform on my stage (say what?)
Dropped out of school for this money and some fame
At least you'll be getting paid (for the moola!)
I heard a man say it's money on top (hallelujah)
To molly your tips away
Let my body be the strip club
Come and perform on my stage (for the moola!)

Verse 3:
Hallelujah, oh yea hallelujah
Said those praises with the moola,
Shout to my shooters
See I know just what I'm doin, started from the ruins
Now I got the juice and bread
Call that shit communion
Said she always bout whatever
Told me now or never
So she hit the door, she left her panties on the dresser
Said that school just wasn't for her (oh yea)
And no, I can't even blame her
'Cus once she on my stage
I swear I wouldn't trade ya, so I told er

Hook 2:
Girl do yo thing, Girl do yo thing
Bring that ass back like a boomerang
I'm gon fall in love with this stripper hoe
Once I see her go up on the stripper pole

Chorus 2:
Let my body be the strip club
Come and perform on my stage (say what?)
Dropped out of school for this money and some fame
At least you'll be getting paid (for the moola!)
I heard a man say it's money on top (hallelujah)
To molly your tips away
Let my body be the strip club
Come and perform on my stage (for the moola!)

Girl be no dummy, don't be actin funny
Come and get this money, come and get this money

Come and get this money, girl!