Iamsu! - Mobbin Lyrics
[Verse 1: IamSu]I wake up & get breadI don't give two *****s bout what she saidCause baby the M.O.B is how we liveSo she just a beat like the speedThe game's in your area, turn it it up in your stereoHere we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hystericalThen we lay on the paper chase, like the cops on pursuitGot some pills in the back & I think she poppin' a fewAny 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 outHBK the gang, gettin' money nothin' to lie boutType of dick, to make your chick wanna try outIf you wanna find out, ill teach yo ass a lessonTreat her like a studio I'm talking full sessionNever fall in love, because its all about progressionOn 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[Hook]I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profitWhen you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)Ya-i'm talkin' bout?Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough (x4)[Verse 1: IamSu]YuupLater on still countin' endsGot your girlfriend wetter than a fountain isAll she want is a young nigga gettin' it?Take her home & she ride on some magic mountian shitWhole bunch of rapper, but don't none of them amount this shitComing straight up of the rich, nigga we real as it getsFeel like I’m loosing my whip crazy, I’m a lunaticCome & get some of this Heart Break hooliganHe hatin' on me, how foolish of himMy whole city here, how coolest of himWe all in the building, we gettin' it inThis shit like depend, crazy, how could you forget?The more money I make, the more money I spendOn my number 9, I'm right next to the 10Back to my money, I'm always on the grind& I'm up all night, I'm always down to Mob[Hook]I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profitWhen you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)Ya-i'm talkin' bout?Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough (x4)[Verse 3: IamSu]BANG BANG on them homiesYoung nigga got that old breadWalk in the mall ball some, cold headMobbin' all night like no bed..Holla when you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be meBet her homies wanna ***** me, bet I appear like a GenieTell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you wanna see meHundreds of phoney niggas huhCause im on son, I’m on patron sonWhere the hoes at? you should phone someSwagger 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 onesYeah I bought it, but never sold oneNever without a TrojanI was blowing the Doja, higher than satellites& I got the game on lock, might be reder or write[Hook]I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profitWhen you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)Ya-i'm talkin' bout?Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' dough (x4)
