I wake up & get bread I don't give two fucks bout what she said Cause baby the M.O.B is how we live So she just a beat like the speed The game's in your area, turn it it up in your stereo Here we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical Then we lay on the paper chase, like the cops on pursuit Got some pills in the back & I think she poppin' a few Any way you guarantee that they rockin' with Su? Only planned on bringing one, but then I brought back the crew & they all ready to go! ready to ride out! I just give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out HBK the gang, gettin' money nothin' to lie bout Type of dick, to make your chick wanna try out If you wanna find out, ill teach yo ass a lesson Treat her like a studio I'm talking full session Never fall in love, because its all about progression On my Big Daddy Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'
Then I'm right back to my money, I'm always on the grind & I'm up all night, I'm always down to Mob
I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit When you see me I be Mobbin' [x2] Ya-i'm talkin' bout?
Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough [x4]
Yuup Later on still countin' ends Got your girlfriend wetter than a fountain is All she want is a young nigga gettin' it? Take her home & she ride on some magic mountian shit Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of them amount this shit Coming straight up of the rich, nigga we real as it gets Feel like I’m loosing my whip crazy, I’m a lunatic Come & get some of this Heart Break hooligan He hatin' on me, how foolish of him My whole city here, how coolest of him We all in the building, we gettin' it in This shit like depend, crazy, how could you forget? The more money I make, the more money I spend On my number 9, I'm right next to the 10
Back to my money, I'm always on the grind & I'm up all night, I'm always down to Mob
I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit When you see me I be Mobbin' [x2] Ya-i'm talkin' bout?
Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough [x4]
BANG BANG on them homies Young nigga got that old bread Walk in the mall ball some, cold head Mobbin' all night like no bed.. Holla when you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be me Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I appear like a Genie Tell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you wanna see me Hundreds of phoney niggas huh Cause I'm on son, I’m on patron son Where the hoes at? you should phone some Swagger on a mil, like where'd you get your clothes from? & where'd you meet her? she a cold one! Yeah I'm a G, but respected by the old ones Yeah I bought it, but never sold one Never without a Trojan I was blowing the Doja, higher than satellites & I got the game on lock, might be reder or write
I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit When you see me I be Mobbin' [x2] Ya-i'm talkin' bout?
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