Music: MOBxCG
Lyrics: Sethii Shmactt
[Verse 1: E. Corleone]
You ain't talkin money, lil nigga, then keep yo' lips tucked
And I ain't worried bout yo' bitch boy, I been ****ed
I need Benjamins, hundos, big bucks
Hit the bitch for cash, you hit the bitch for a quick nut
You ain't bout yo' money, ****ing loony
Old nerd ass, lame ass goofy
I hit the stash, then hit the dash with this toolie
You loving on the bitch LOL that bitch a groupie
But if she ****ing with me she gon' pay some
And I finesse out her bag if she play dumb
And any nigga talking sweet can meet the K drum
I spray some, won't stop busting until the jakes come
Hate now, say now, bitch who let the mob out?
All my niggas going dumb like some dropouts
350 Benz off the lot when I hop out
Whip and dip and jubilated when I pop out
Choose me I need the feed real simple
I swipe tags like Swiper real swifty
Bitch bugging on my phone talking 'bout she miss me
And I ain't gave her shit but some dick up in her kidney
Man you broke ass niggas ain't get no pesos
And I can't **** with broke niggas man I hate those
I hit Seth for the Act' he keep the Ace po'd
Mixed up the potion bitch I'm sipping out the Faygo
[Verse 2: Sethii Shmactt]
Big whips **** a skip, you be rolling reggie
****ed your bitch and gave her dick, she felt it in her belly
I could probably **** your momma, but her pussy smell
**** trapping where I stay, I'm trapping out the tell
Told that bitch I need my money not a minute lat
Got the juice in my cup but this ain't Minute Maid
I be smoking on the weed, it make me levitat
Chopper right beside me, make a nigga meet the heaven gates
Bitch I feel like D. Wade, I let that Heat g
Popping out the cut, we got drakies and gleekos
And your bitch be tryna suck so I beat thos
Sent her on a mission, she came back with them C notes
And you know I'm running game like it's Nike town
Bad shit, had her hella wet, she had to wipe me down
And I touched a couple bands so I'm icy now
Bitches choose for Sethii Shmactt, I guess they like me no
[Verse 3: Fitz]
It's Mister Get the Yus and dip, bitch don't do the split
Hot heads bitch, so I suggest that you don't tri
She sucked my dick on school campus while we in the whi
And like a bad pitch, you never hit, you niggas swing and miss
Look little bitch come **** with me, ain't nothing averag
You niggas pillow talking hoes, ain't no mackin'
Niggas should've joined the drama club, he actin
My plug a white boy, his weed musty, call that Brad Pitt
Designer on me, it look like I just robbed Saks Fifth
She treat the pussy like garage, she gon' back i
To keep it real, baby, I don't need no wack bitch
Somewhere in Aspen, no T Pain, I put you in the cabin
I'm ****ing geeked up on these beats, you know I'm ****ing spazzin
Your bitch a freak, she hop up on my dick without me askin
That ain't your guap, that shit Monopoly so stop that flexin'
Big joint smoke, and pass the spark because I ain't ****ing matchin
[Verse 4: MOB Buck]
To keep it a stack, I don't rock with you niggas
I can't sit down and shake hands or conversate with you niggas
You fake pimpin', cut the act, I ain't got time for you niggas
There's a ladder you gotta climb to flex and rock wit' a nigga
I lay low and post up, 'cause I don't rock with the new
Gold dancing, polar racing, that's a [?]
******* on this clean game, the fit game on flex
Duck and cover when we send 'em, ain't no warnings and shit
I'm out the way but I keep a couple rolls like a fat nigga
Learn the game, running play, make it flip and run back with it
Pesos, no lame hoes, Mob nigga, know we take those
Keep on yapping we chop suey to the ankles
Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so
Sending shots at tops, make opps do the tango
Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so
Bad chick on it, I knock the pussy like Leg
[Verse 5: CPUP]
I'm CPUP and I'm never on no sucker shit
Mister Hit Her Once, then I duck the bitch
**** the quit, now what's in your pockets bitch
Profit bitch, you already know I need all of i
Only tough wit' yo' niggas? Man, stop it
You hating on a nigga 'cause I'm poppin'
This thang on my hip will make you drop quick
Keep on speaking that nonsense and I'ma spark this hot shit
Gang gang, lil bitch, this a gan
You already know I'm with the shits so little hoe, stop playin'
Got a [?] bitch and every two weeks she pai
Lay with that [?] on mans, it gon' get dangerous
On my mom, nigga, the MOB wit' me and we trippin'
We some young fly niggas so tuck yo' shi
Yeah I'm on the road, I'm on the road to riches with your thang
I'm fresh off a stain, I'm on a mission