M.O.B. Lyrics

M.O.B., that's money over bullshit, can't let nothin' impede your progress, know I'm

Talkin' bout, Country Rap Tunes, say P, I'ma pass to you in a minute, Mane, just let me

Do this right here, though, Country like all my rap tunes, grimey like public bathrooms

On the grind, cuz the cash rules, smart as hell, but a damn fool, stickin' hoes, leavin' creampies

M.O.B. for the green guys, flip flippin' dollars like Flapjack, Wheel of Fortune, Pat Sayjack, Give me a track And I rip it up, pour on the gritty, I'll sip it up, gas in the

Sweet when I fill it up, only live once gotta live it up, I'm blessed by the best, so it's

Best that the rest of you haters, just gone ahead and give it up, 2Pacalypse Now, No stoppin'

Me now, it won't be on wax when I hit'em up, swear they be salty, no matter the season

Keepin' torpedoes just for that reason, heard I be holdin', then, better believe' em, let me keep

Preachin' just watch for my deacons, I'm spreadin' the love, payin' it forward, and gettin' it

Back, my pockets been broke, said it before, never go back, I sold everything, you know

What I mean, my reefer to crack, but had to go back, to where my foundation and now

My location is where I be at, while niggas be flossin', I stack, cuz rainy days, they

Comin' back, you hustlin' backwards a fact, it never adds up when you like to subtract

Country like all my rap tunes, grimey like public bathrooms

On the grind, cuz the cash rules, smart as hell, but a damn fool, stickin' hoes, leavin' creampies,

M.O.B. for the green guys, flip flippin' dollars like Flapjack, Wheel of Fortune, Pat Sayjack

Yeah, I know money, not everything, those who are lost, they like, what you mean, just lost

My granny, it's rather uncanny, I swear to my God, she meant everything, know that she

Want me to keep on pushin', so it's no sleep till I get to Brooklyn, takin' some chances

I know I shouldn't, dependin' on somebody know I couldn't, do me a favor, don't do me

No favors, whether a caper or manual labor, never the lesser, always the greater, with

The fake news, still get the paper, I don't need a co-signer, stay set in my ways like

An old timer, underground king like Sweet James, Bun B, 3-2 and a motherfuckin' coal miner

Whipped a Lincoln, late in my teens, that fly shit deep in my genes, make haters sick

Need vaccine, while somethin' tucked in my jeans, honies steady be callin' and I won't even

Be ballin', they say that they want some cable and wonder if I'm installin', oh, I could

Complain, would complain, but no, I will not, for what, this hustle game, I promise, mane

Could be the mascot, like cuf, a nine-to-five, ain't gon' be no robot, now watch, now watch

This go- getter go and get a lot, Mama taught me better, still tote Barretta

At war with the devil, still fightin' this vendetta, sendin' prayers to upper level, they

Hatin', I'm like whatever, give a damn like forever, watch me fall off, never, Country like all my rap tunes, Grimey like public bathrooms

On the grind, cuz the cash rules, smart as hell, but a damn fool, stickin' hoes, leavin' creampies

M.O.B. for the green guys, flip flippin' dollars like Flapjack, Wheel of Fortune, Pat Sayjack, Country like all

My rap tunes, grimey like public bathrooms

On the grind, cuz the cash rules, smart as hell, but a damn fool, stickin' hoes, leavin' creampies

M.O.B. for the green guys, flippin' dollars like Flapjack, Wheel of Fortune, Pat Sayjack

They say I be talking too much on these songs, though, but these my songs, though, Ridgecrest Prince

Sound of The South, Mr. Who The Hell You Lookin' At?, Stranger With Candy the click, gettin' paper

I ain't talkin' bout, you know, uh, the Montgomery Advertiser or the Atlanta Journal, you know

What I'm sayin', green stacks, pay me or pay me no attention, man, get this paper