M.O.B.

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