Letras
Back on this Mob shit bitch, ya dig?
We take this serious (The Mechanics)
Ya know?
We rock this money over this bullshit though, right?
A lot of bullshit going down, right?
Check it out (check it out)
My young nigga asked me about Illuminati
I tell him God over everybody
I'm in the party with the white Louie's on the floor
In a sec with my merch, blowing dough
Yo, everybody know in Mexico
You get 'em for the low, then you get 'em out the door
Back to the State, everything looking great
By the morning, I can make about a million eight
Yeah, I sleep late when I'm in the land
Hard head nigga never could understand (nope)
AP about a hundred grand
They get a call said, "I'm coming with the contraband"
I get 'em off on they cop soft
Stack racks, how else I'm gon' bounce back?
Matter of fact, M.O.B. 'til the end of me
And never ten a key, not even up in Tennessee
(Ayy, uh)
Come and ride with me, let me tell you what this Mob be like
(What this Mob be like)
I work hard for everything I got
So, let me tell you what my mind be like
(What it say?)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit, uh, ayy (M.O.B.)
I keep it lit for my young niggas in the slum
No clip, .45 got a 50 drum
Live by the gun, die by a bigger one
Off one 51 better get him some
Bundle in the wall, catas all in the couch
I got 2Pac plaques I hang around the house
Sitting on some weight, waiting on the drought
Keep talking, and I'll put the .40 in your mouth
Let me hear my name off in a nigga song
And they gon' find a nigga body with his hips blown
Block movement in this bitch, and I'm the Don
And I don't fuck with swine, my circle ex-cons
A nigga grind 'cause the block sit
And I don't say shit, I let the chop' spit (braaat)
And I don't ever talk about the hit
M.O.B. nigga, money over the bullshit
(Ayy, uh)
Come and ride with me, let me tell you what this Mob be like
(What this Mob be like)
I work hard for everything I got
So, let me tell you what my mind be like
(What it say?)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit, uh, ayy (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (bullshit)
Clip longer than a pool stick (eh)
Hammer on me, I be working with a tool kit (yeah)
Blew a zip on the 80 trying to stay safe (safe)
Passing out, better hope I stay in one lane (yeah)
Gas thangs, hold heat like ashtrays
I step away, Steph, Clay, splash Bay
Monteley spread right on the bread (uh)
Marks man, aim right for the head (braat)
Pussy niggas wanna act like the mob (uh)
Lucky Luciano, who calling the homicide, huh?
Sucker niggas putting on a facade
I have a car full of killers pull up to your job (for real)
Uh, that's how I do that boy (brrr)
Bird man, what happened to that boy?
Had straps all on that boy
Talking 'bout the Mob, put a clapping to that boy (oh)
(Ayy, uh)
Come and ride with me let me tell you what this Mob be like
(What this Mob be like)
I work hard for everything I got
So, let me tell you what my mind be like
(What it say?)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
Money over the bullshit (M.O.B.)
(The-the-the-the Mechanics)