M.O.B (feat. MTF Londo)

(Ooouu P-Raww in this bitch goin' dumb) Look F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money She f*ck wit me then she lucky She ain't gettin nothin' from me Tell me where the bitch was at when I was ridin' in a bucket feelin bummy She ain't even wanna touch me Now the bitch trynna f*ck me F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money She tell me she love me That bitch is too funny F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money I can't trust no bitch, these hoes switch, they so sick She don't cook, she don't clean, all she do is throat dick She hopeless, f*ck another bitch and leave the hoe pissed I want chip, niggas f*ck around go broke trynna trick off on a bitch Who won't give 'em two pennies, too silly Hey class me billy, sucka nigga that'll teach you how to never make a milly All these bitches is the same, you wanna suck a nigga empty Life gave a nigga lemons, I made simply Now she wanna drink, bitch you stink, I don't think so I can't put a bitch before my plan, that's the G code I'd rather have three ho's, I'm Santa Red bottoms on my feet soles Used to be a lover, bitch switched and I went beast mode Prolly f*ck her friend, won't lay up, it's a free throw See my ID, now when I hit, she yellin' Neko Walk wit us, fly later, ticketchasers we on Look F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches get money She f*ck wit me then she lucky She ain't gettin nothin' from me Tell me where the bitch was at when I was ridin' in a bucket feelin bummy She ain't even wanna touch me Now the bitch trynna f*ck me F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money She tell me she love me That bitch is too funny F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money Money over bitches yea, that's the lifestyle First I get a bag and then a bitch, and then I pipe down Ain't no layin' up, I called the Uber it's outside now Now back to the bag, I hawk it down and then I strike down I fell in love with the money, call it my backbone I'm headstrong, I'm chasin' this ticket trynna get back home On trap phones, discussin' how I'm trynna go get that pack home My last song I said it, you niggas I overlap on Take it there, cuz best believe I got my strap on This nigga mad cuz I'm that nigga in yo bitch phone The type to f*ck the bitch and put her in the friend zone We movin' heavyweight, nigga don't get stepped on Not playin games wit you niggas, but bitch we leveled up Started from the bottom, nigga I had to get my cheddar up Fake bitches I can't trust em, they all trynna f*ck Lame niggas trippin' over bitches that don't belong to us Look F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches get money She f*ck wit me then she lucky She ain't gettin nothin' from me Tell me where the bitch was at when I was ridin' in a bucket feelin bummy She ain't even wanna touch me Now the bitch trynna f*ck me F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money She tell me she love me That bitch is too funny F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money F*ck bitches, get money Talkin' bout some provocation All I know is domination We chasin' 24 hours, ain't no time wastin' Niggas trynna copy all my moves but can't paste it Turn down what nigga? You can't say shit Bitch trynna suck on me, she just wanna taste it Told the bitch to wait, she gotta make reservations Like her dreams, she on my dick, she trynna chase it All my niggas solid, ain't no call for conversation Yea I coulda took yo bitch but she basic Can't lie, the other day I asked God for patience Christian red bottoms, no sinnin' on the pavement Money over bitches, we don't spend it, we make it