Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.O.B, artist - Bankroll Fresh. Album song Bankroll Fresh, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Street Money Worldwide
Song language: English
M.O.B |
It’s from my heart and my soul |
They say my heart’s full of gold |
I’ma brush shoulders with Hov |
Came to take over control |
I’ma make sure that they know |
A nigga banned if he old |
And I ain’t playing with no ho |
I wrap my hand ‘round her throat |
These niggas playin' so they broke |
You know your man he the foe |
You got subpoenaed, the coke |
And fuck payin' the P. O |
These niggas playing with the dope |
I razor blade ‘til it broke |
I spread the shake off the floor |
These niggas think it’s a joke |
You better think like you know |
I got the K with the scope |
I’m sippin' drank with the smoke |
I’m dripping paint with the spokes |
I’m top rank, so salute |
Versace frame with the boot |
I spent the bands on the loot |
I got a ten with me too |
Cartier lens and they new |
My pockets fat as Rasputia |
I can’t put no trust in hoes |
I put my trust in my Ruger |
I can’t put no trust in these niggas |
Cause these niggas’ll fool ya |
You niggas glorifying who got shot |
We respectin' the shooter |
The block hot, all the hoes out |
I’m on the apartment step until the bomb sold out |
This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe |
This shit here for real niggas down the road |
Money over bitches, sticking to the code |
I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes |
All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope |
Better keep your falcon, anything goes |
Paint my shit candy, Rims tripple gold |
I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes |
Never started out going to school with get ins |
Used to come home, see Ken ‘nem getting it in |
Remember came home, I seen a million on the floor |
Remember coming home, I used to see them bricks of dope |
Young nigga going hard, fresher than your folks |
Better tell your mama ‘nem go get you some new clothes |
Better tell your mama ‘nem you want some new Girbauds |
My uncle smoking dope, my other cousin out here throwed |
I was a young nigga tryna get it off the surface |
Mama ‘nem was working hard, daddy was getting nervous |
Didn’t have no hoop dreams, and damn sure wasn’t gon' join the service |
Fuck a 9 to 5, the way it pay, that shit wasn’t working |
This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe |
This shit here for real niggas down the road |
Money over bitches, sticking to the code |
I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes |
All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope |
Better keep your falcon, anything goes |
Bang my shit the real tripper go |
I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes |