CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Mob With It

K-K-K-K-K-Mac

b*t*h, I'm in the buildin', guarantee that it's an emergency
Stompin' like a stampede, so I know you b*t*hes heard of me
I'm straight from Virginia, but this ain't common courtesy
f**k your feelings, I take your feelings' virginity
Million dollars for a show, got a n***a ballin'
I think my phone tapped 'cause my money steady callin'
Every other day, I'm in and out the office
And my soup killin' n***as, need a f**kin' coffin
I'm bossin', if I gotta take it off, I'm a warrior
Known for buyin' big sh*t, call me notorious
Kill that pu**y, ain't no secret, I'm victorious
With all these Columbianas and Eva Longoria, haha
Now I done made a million down in Cancún
I keep sh*ttin' on n***as, need a bathroom
I got my yacht in the water
If it's sharks in the water
It don't matter, I'm killin' 'em with this harpoon
Ha, these n***as, they ain't my friends
They party with me, party with me
But at the same time, they tryna f**k my b*t*h
And I don't care 'bout them f**k n***as
Never get on my high horse
Ain't ride out with these f**k n***as
This life I got, I die for it

Oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, I swear to God
All my n***as in the club, we about to mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
If you on the floor, n***a, better have a mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
All of my n***as runnin' deep, we a f**kin' mob
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
Holla at us if you want that problem

First n***as was ballin', now we slam dunkin'
Arms out of school like I'm ridin' in the bunky
That's C Breezy with it, he pushin' my sh*t
We swapped them out, just like we do the b*t*hes
New to this, I hear they blowin' money like a swisher
Used to be on county, now my taxes six figures
Said my d**k conceited, can my head get any bigger?
Then I told her to lick it and blow it, just like it's a swisher
I'm that n***a, I'm that f**kin' n***a
Is that your baby mama? She gon' need a baby sitter
'Cause once I get her, I'ma be all up in her
You f**k with the tip, then I'ma eat her like she dinner
Californication got a n***a faded
I see why a pu**y n***a and the b*t*h related
Too sweet, soft n***a, I'ma call you Danish
I know you see this camera section, b*t*h, a n***a famous
Girl, I better kill that pu**y like a vet
Not like veteran, but I mean veterinarian, I kill the cat
If you a paper chaser, I got them racks on top of racks
Shake your money maker, I got a hunnid
K-K-K-K-K-Mac

Oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, I swear to God
All my n***as in the club, we about to mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
If you on the floor, n***a, better have a mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
All of my n***as runnin' deep, we a f**kin' mob
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
Holla at us if you want that problem