M.O.B.

(álbum: Who Am I 3 - 2017)

Hah, word
Nigga know it's money over bitches man

What is your preference, I got the medicine
Fresher than richest nigga done ever been
Niggas berserk and they acting, George Jefferson
Two dollar bills, I love Thomas Jefferson
Who be the president, I be the president
Walk in your trap, make you pay for your residence
No graduation but I'm still intellegent
Gun situations, I don't leave no evidence (that's on my mama)
Pockets on fat, whoa, that's an elephant
Shooters on G.I. Joe, they some veterans
He got that dope then let him in
I think that we can make a settlement
Wrap up a brick and we call that cement
Police come, cause hit the fence
J at the door serving four tenths
I stack up my gualas, I need every cent (money)

Money over bitches (keep on getting money)
I'ma go get it (twenties, fifties, hundreds)
Niggas snitching, sneak dissing for recognition
'Til I pull up on they block with them baby semis (rah rah rah rah)
Money over bitches (money money money)
I'ma go get it (I tell a bitch to keep it comin')
Niggas snitching, sneak dissing for recognition
'Til I pull up on they block with them baby semis (the fucking baby semis)

Man y'all know what the fuck going on man
This shit money and murder, fuck you talking about nigga?
Fuck the other side, I'm in the booth with this motherfucking thirty round on me
Fuck they talking about nigga?
And we still maxing out on these hoes
Fuck you talking about nigga?

Money over bitches
I'ma go get it
Niggas snitching, sneak dissing for recognition
'Til I pull up on they block with them baby semis