M.O.B. Lyrics

Yung nigga if you broke, you don't got to kick a doe

Yung nigga if you broke, you don't got to kick a doe

Yung nigga if you broke, you don't got to kick a doe

Yung nigga if you broke, you don't got to kick a

Yung nigga if you broke, you don't got to kick a doe

Yung nigga if you broke, you don't got to kick a doe

Yung nigga if you broke, Might as well go pimp a ho

You know how that go

M.O.B. Money over bitches till it blow

MLB I be in the field, tryna make it home

I got 30 on me, try my best not to let it show

Book me to perform, I'm sellin' drugs after the show

If you think you bout to trick me for my money, then you slow

Broward County sheriff's on the road, I'm drivin' slow

Cause the trunk is filled up with some shit that I can't show

I don't need to sell my soul, cause I know how to sell a bowl

You be tryin' too hard, stop sweatin' for a ho

Hold on bad lil' vibe, wanna get high

With a nigga wanna fly, lil' nigga you wanna ride for it

Hold on bad lil' vibe, wanna get high

With a nigga wanna fly, lil' nigga she wanna ride for it

Hold on 27 shots, I dare you try a, lil' nigga don't tell me that you love me

You won't die for a, nigga I'm that type of nigga

That's gon' ride for my nigga, shoot it two at a time

That's a binary trigger and your ho, she wanna fuck

She see them bands on a

Bet ya ho, she wanna fuck

She see them bands on a, nigga I'm like, I'm catchin' plays

In Lauderdale all the way to South Beach

And I used to burn the Walmarts down in Palm Beach

If you talkin' to police, you need to get up out the streets

Trigger finger itchy, I'm prepared to clap heat

I ain't trippin' bout the bitch, cause I got money on my mind

Beggin' ass bitch, I ain't givin' you a dime

You the one that want me, you the one that want me

You should be payin' for my time

Hold on bad lil' vibe, wanna get high

With a nigga bad lil' vibe, wanna fly, lil' nigga

Bad lil' vibe, she'll die for a nigga

Tell the truth like all the time, she won't lie to a nigga

I'm pullin' out them bands, now her eyes gettin' bigger

I'm pullin' out them bands, now her eyes gettin' bigger

She know how I get, look in her eyes when I hit her

I ain't gon' play about you, bae, I'ma let it dump

I been on the grind like I was wearin' a pair of dunks

She ain't never had a nigga that could make the trap jump

We be smokin' trees to them bitches tree stumps

We be smokin' trees to them bitches tree stumps

I don't got asthma, but I'm front seat with a pump

I done made a lot of money, fuck around with the runtz

I can hit you 50 yards away just like a punt

Yeah, Gucci to the socks, Gucci gang like Lil Pump

Gucci gang like Lil Pump

And I'm ridin' dirty, nigga some in the trunk

And I'm ridin' dirty, nigga some in the trunk

I just cashed out with the plug, I didn't cash out on some cunt

Nigga, fuck, I didn't cash out on some cunt

I just went and hit the plug up, I cashed out on the runtz

Dumb asses, fuck, fuck this, fuck this