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