M.O.B.

[Intro] At the end of the day my nigga I do this shit for my family And my niggas dawg You feel me? [Hook] Lord knows I’m a go getter Lord knows I’m a go getter I chase that money every 24 I chase that money every 24 Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga I chase that money every 24 Money over bitches, you know how it go [Verse 1: Ace Hood] You lookin at the hottest nigga in the city Fuck the city, hottest nigga in my state Free the nigga Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case Keepin blunted and counting money, nigga that’s every day Back and I’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks Nigga don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50 Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler Walkin around this bitch, I think I’m with The Ruler Countin another mill, I’m screamin hallelujah Spit the type of dope that gets shipped out of Cuba Anybody want that work I got a clean cut My shit’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months Foreign cars, crib look like a fuckin mall Hurt myself in sports but found a way to ball I pray you pussy niggas life a living hell Fuck that countin money, weigh it on a scale Nigga [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] So much people like that waitin on me to fail Answer to that question, coldest day in hell Fuck nigga talkin tough, gon make me take it there I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells Lost so many niggas to this fuckin struggle RIP for Fif, he was like my fuckin brother Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble Show a nigga getting that money, all we do is hustle Ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf Ain’t no handouts here, I did this shit myself Lil mam said that pussy good, I’m tryina see it then Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz Everyone knows I am a go getter Tryina stay away from all you fuck niggas Aye like that boy be on some other shit Fuck a hater, you can run and tell em this [Hook] [Verse 3: Choo Choo] All this cash, I can drink to a nigga Can’t even fit in these jeans my nigga Won’t give a damn, we gon flex on the hood Bit for you honey, I’m like the one that fucked the police, I paid for the ticket Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it My bad, I ain’t show no love Putting money over all these bitches What you doin you lame we did it Now we going where these niggas can’t go Stayed on grass as long as they don’t get it They’ll get this, all they got like hoes I swear boy it ain’t no different Well we won’t get the same 24 I go hard every chance I get Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls Aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks Slingin this paper right on these strippers How the club owner callin me by Bitch I had, she was a’ight Last time at show she al that I really wanna tip drip That bitch no, she sex it to the max I paid for it, it ain’t on the paper I been getting it since too easy I might blow ahead, make it back And I got summoned here for no reason I see you flashin for the night But guess what nigga we do this all season You could go and sit where you can watch me And then one of you niggas don’t believe me That rough [Hook]