M.O.B

Me and my niggas Tryna get rich
We making big moves Been broke tryna switch it

Hating on me now, But they lighten up my image
Even when I'm down bad Still gone stick up on my pivot

Balling like I'm Jordan All you other niggas pippin
When I'm rolling off the loud I just say it's my prescription

Yeah the city getting hot Trigger finger get to itching
Catch me rolling Forgiatos In the latest new edition

Mann

Fuck these bitches I should worry bout my self
I should worry bout my health, She just want me for my wealth

Fuck these bitches, They be tryna hold you down
Tell you one thing then the next day, they be back fucking with clowns

I got money I ain't stressing Bitch I'm smoking bout a pound
A lot of niggas talking tough Like they gone try and take me Out

But when they see me in the Streets It's nothing they don't make a Sound

Cause they always bout the fake Beef They the ones that's run they Mouth

Chopper singing even though we in the mothafuckin' crowd
Nina looking, Nina searching, Nina go and pick em out

Nina throwing hella Hollows Make it rain a couple rounds
I was just talking to tones He said tap in for them pounds

I was with it so I slid Then we smoked about an ounce
We was posted in the crib High as fuck up on the couch
Looking for our next move We had to go and figure out
What the fuck we gone do, Hit the jugg n then we out

Me and my niggas Tryna get rich
We making big moves Been broke tryna switch it

Hating on me now But they lighten up my image
Even when I'm down bad Still gone stick up on my pivot

Balling like I'm Jordan All you other niggas pippin
When I'm rolling off the loud I just say it's my prescription

Yeah the city getting hot Trigger finger get to itching
Catch me rolling Forgiatos In the latest new edition

We had to double back cause Sosa questioned if we got 'em all
Don't my niggas roll up out the Cut just like some Bakugan's

Gotta use my head over My heart because I'm plotted on
Cannot argue with you niggas I don't use no monologue

Send choppa bullets ripping Through his shirt until we crop It off
She bugging me and blowing Up my phone I'm like bitch knock it off

Like water on my back when I Got shot I had to walk it off
Don't speak on shit at all But that's the legend that they Talk about

Niggas snitching to the law Fuck yo past you a copper now
Give it to her raw don't care if That's yo baby mama now

When I get out of dodge all my Opps gone start they popping out
You wasn't on my level Back then and I got hotter now

And everyone should know it's a Thin line between love and hate
It's like I'm Mike Tyson in his Prime and y'all featherweight

Ain't never had to no mothafucking' limit to elevate
You stain me Imma dump it in Yo spirit gone levitate

Please don't play with LH yo soul n body gone segregate
And I feel like I'm Putin With the bomb when it detonates

I pull out the stick with the big Drum let it masturbate
I be out in the fields like I'm a Beast where the cattle's ate

Since a kid I'm down to ride, You niggas jumping on y'all Saddles late
We gone stack it up layer after Layer just like some wedding cake

Cool with niggas doing better Then me I could never hate
When it's time to hit the stu and Cook you know I'm never late

Bitch get hit with the stick like a Eight ball
I got tats on my body like a cave Wall

I don't got nothing left to give
I Been gave it all

When that bitch see you on your Bag that's gone make her call, Thats gone make her call