Mozzy & CMG The Label – Broad Day (feat. Rich Homie Quan) Ly

Mozzy & CMG The Label – Broad Day (feat. Rich Homie Quan) Lyrics

Broad Day

Mozzy & CMG The Label (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

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"Broad Day." - Mozzy & CMG The Label (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 10:17 am

Album: Gangsta Art 2

Track No: 04

It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day
We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, ridin' 'round with this fully loaded
If it's smoke like you insinuated, get up on us
Killas say the love me, I'm from Killafornia
Got the 'verty lookin' purty, ain't no ceilin' on 'em
Mansion in the tuck, couple million for 'em
We ain't boardin' flights wit' suckas without we stealin' on 'em
Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie
You can't get inside this ride, this for killas only
Statement that you gave 'em wasn't G at all
And yo' autograph was on it, I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain't talkin' 'bout no chili, then you need a cause
It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day
We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
My palms itching, rockin' Palms Angel
Prolly end up in Solano for this hot potato
I'm a hour, thirty minutes from this drop in Daygo
Exotic pops be showin' love, they sent a box of Faygos
I seen a homie mix the sauce wit' K-Roll
They called him back to get some mo' and gave that boy a halo
I'ma Northern Cali' ****, I ain't from the Bay though
Take you to 4th, where I'ma joint and I got all the say so
I would love to hear you out, ain't got the time of day though
Finna pour a four for Skeem and pour a four for Fredo
Bail my brother outta jail and put him on the label
And he ain't gotta sign nuffin,' ducats on a table
It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day
We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
I don't talk to twelve, can't let no cop in here
You can't get in the party, got no guap in here
Chopsticks in the kitchen, we might pop on you
I been payin' a lotta taxes, makin' five a year
I hope my baby mama don't hear this song, dawg
'Cause she gon' try and get another loan, dawg
Why my partner get indicted off a phone call?
I'ma count that money, bae, shit, hold on
We been out so long, it's time to go home
Bitch sayin' that 'cause I was humble boy for so long
I told her eat that shit up like a Coldstone
And I might have to let you know that
It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day
We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Writer(s): Timothy Patterson, James Pérez & David Grear.

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