IamSu! - Mobbin lyrics

I wake up & get bread
I don't give two fucks bout what she said
Cause baby the MOB 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
Charging for a session never fall in love
Because it's all about progression
On my Big Daddy Kane shit
Ain't no half steppin'

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 clueless 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

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
Bet 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
Have them reading my Miranda Rights

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