M.O.B. (Money Over Bitches)

[Intro:] I tell em we'll be on top [Verse 1:] You must be the D Got you all up in yo feelin's Every time I go you be on my line Tryna get it at me Fuckin' you, you tweet it Bitch, when I roll ova, roll me one Grab my keys, hit my blunt Spin that ass so you know I'm gone [Hook:] It's back to the streets Chasin' that money, money The almighty dolla Pussy so good that she know That them nigga gon' holla Head go so crazy I swear that the bitch is a scholar But it's still money ova bitches AAAAh, MOB Still money ova bitches, nigga MOB [Verse 2:] If you hit the street, then the money come Sippin' that mighty water My bitch, she picture perfect Mona Lisa, She thick like she come from Florida I got Mercedes, mind of Forgie Baby mommas want me API imported, back to back, no portions Baby, you so gorgeous, help me build a fortune Shoes is 1500, bet you can't afford it Money ova bitches, money ova bitch ass niggas No time fo' yo feelin's My coupe ain't got time fo' no ceilin's I'm in the kitchen like a chemist Cookin' up them dinners We want... ... Money, the dolla sign She send that shit, need me She wanna meet me Maybe later on this evenin' But right now we just steady leanin' [Hook:] It's back to the streets Chasin' that money, money The almighty dolla Pussy so good that she know That them nigga gon' holla Head go so crazy I swear that the bitch is a scholar But it's still money ova bitches AAAAh, MOB Still money ova bitches, nigga MOB