Mobbin' Lyrics - Singles - Iamsu!

I wake up & get bread 

I don't give two fucks bout what she said 

Cause baby the M.O.B is how we live 

So she just a beat like the speed 

The game's in your area, turn it it up in your stereo 

Here we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical 

Then we lay on the paper chase, like the cops on pursuit 

Got some pills in the back & I think she poppin' a few 

Any way you guarantee that they rockin' with Su? 

Only planned on bringing one, but then I brought back the crew 

& they all ready to go! ready to ride out! 

I just give the 2, 1 go, homie I slide out 

HBK the gang, gettin' money nothin' to lie bout 

Type of dick, to make your chick wanna try out 

If you wanna find out, ill teach yo ass a lesson 

Treat her like a studio I'm talking full session 

Never fall in love, because its all about progression 

On my Big Daddy Kane shit, ain't no half steppin' 

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Then I'm right back to my money, I'm always on the grind 

& I'm up all night, I'm always down to Mob 

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit 

When you see me I be Mobbin' Ya-i'm talkin' bout? 

Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough Yuup 

Later on still countin' ends 

Got your girlfriend wetter than a fountain is 

All she want is a young nigga gettin' it? 

Take her home & she ride on some magic mountian shit 

Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of them amount this shit 

Coming straight up of the rich, nigga we real as it gets 

Feel like I'm loosing my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic 

Come & get some of this Heart Break hooligan 

He hatin' on me, how foolish of him 

My whole city here, how coolest of him 

We all in the building, we gettin' it in 

This shit like depend, crazy, how could you forget? 

The more money I make, the more money I spend 

On my number 9, I'm right next to the 10 

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Back to my money, I'm always on the grind 

& I'm up all night, I'm always down to Mob 

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit 

When you see me I be Mobbin' Ya-i'm talkin' bout? 

Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough BANG BANG on them homies 

Young nigga got that old bread 

Walk in the mall ball some, cold head 

Mobbin' all night like no bed. 

Holla when you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be me 

Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I appear like a Genie 

Tell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you wanna see me 

Hundreds of phoney niggas huh 

Cause I'm on son, I'm on patron son 

Where the hoes at? you should phone some 

Swagger on a mil, like where'd you get your clothes from? 

& where'd you meet her? she a cold one! 

Yeah I'm a G, but respected by the old ones 

Yeah I bought it, but never sold one 

Never without a Trojan 

I was blowing the Doja, higher than satellites 

& I got the game on lock, might be reder or write 

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit 

When you see me I be Mobbin' Ya-i'm talkin' bout? 

Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough