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Yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
M-O-B
Money Over Bullshit
I ain't fucking with your bullshit
Once the wheels in motion (No, no, no)
I'm just tryna see the bankroll do that
Spinning motion (Roll, roll, roll)
Eyes are always half way closed, I guess I'm always smoking (Ah)
I kill the track and send it to the clouds then I'm uploaded
I ain't folding, poker face emotion 'til I'm loaded
Get 'em, even if I gotta go back to my old
School ways with the bally up robbing (Get 'em)
Night time mobbing (Get 'em)
Cruising through the city looking for a little
Piggy with the money in her closet (Get 'em)
Little dibber dabble with the dizzle I'ma get 'em (Get 'em)
Run up on a pussy with the burner spitting venom
I ain't playing when I'm hungry, where
I'm bringing Armageddon when I get 'em
Run up on a pussy then I stick 'em
Stick up for the chain and the watch
Better go and get the billy 'cah we came for the lot
Really coming with the semi in a dangerous plot
Sick in the brain when you're playing with the mob
'Cah any day of the week we can take what you got
Yeah, any day of the week we can take what we want
Gang, gang, tell 'em what it is (What it is)
Fuck the niggas that you're running with (Running with)
'Cah if it ain't mob, what you coming with?
Beef? Where you gonna live? (Huh?)
Better keep it humble if you wanna live
Scotty G a marijuana kid
Empty out the barrel through the bone marrow
No love like a dred then the comb out
All my niggas gang, gang when we roll out
Haters keep it zoned out
All my niggas blow loud
Money motivated, we play the game for the paper (Paper, paper)
Professional finessing, equipped and
Sneaking for cheddar (Cheddar, cheddar)
From a block where the hustle don't stop and niggas don't sleep (Uh)
Jumping out the whip (Uh), mask on my face
Looking like ghetto Billy Bo Peep
Gang, gang, tell 'em what it is (What it is)
Mob life got me taking trips
Fuck the feds, we don't work with the five-o (Five-o)
We put the work in the Pyrex (Pyrex)
For the love of the cash, we do dirt, we do ten toes
More grip for the benzos
Pure heat for these Kendalls (Uh)
Catch 'em on the beat got 'em picking up the tempo
I'm in the fast lane tailgating tryna make the skeng blow
Dressed for the cause in the skeng coat
I be in the field like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
Where these bitch niggas dare go? (Uh)
But when they do go, it's for the day time
Cuh by the night, blocks looking like a goon show
I be with them goons, yo
I be making moves, yo
I ain't fucking with a loose hoe
Brum city, blue nose
Back up in the studio
And Scotty got a new flow, new dose
I be making moves, yo
I ain't fucking with a loose hoe
Brum city, blue nose
Back up in the studio
And Scotty got a new
High grade in the blue slims
Eyes red and the room stinks
Money over bullshit, yeah, that's how we do tings (Do tings)
Been away for a sec, now I'm back feeling fresh like a new king
Back with the sess and the goose drink
Back with my nefs and a blueprint
Gyal want come and feel of this new ting
So I'm giving them the beat like acoustic
Back to the weed, smoking bullshit (Bullshit)
Niggas wanna play these days, I'm on some new shit
I'm on some mean shit, clean shit
Dick poking, Victoria Secret
Scotty stay with the green spliff
Bag of haze for the OT trips
On the P mish
Really hungry, need a deep dish
From the block to the pent, stay up on this M-O-B tip
And that's that money over B shit
P quick is the means for this G shit
Late nights, I just reach for the weed spliff
Block work, I just creep where the Ps is
Link up, we don't speak through the speakers
Fast life is what we live
And roll out with the gang, we don't care where the beef is
Mashing works in the street ting, peep this
Gang, gang, tell 'em what it is



Writer(s): Adidja Palmer, Andrew Hershey Copyright: Nyankingmusic, Party Machine Music, Jack Russell Music Limited



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