Verse 1
Yeah, Uh , Money Over b*tches
Eliminate The Snitches
Send Yo b*tch Ass Back With A Couple Stitches
My n*ggas Louder, Than A Mother f*ckin' Million Crickets
I be Performing LIVE, Go & Buy My Tickets
Haha, Ya b*tch Got A Tight Ass, I'm a Hit It Soon
I told Her It's M.O.B, So When She Sleep I'm out The Room
Higher Than The Moon
I'm So Rich, I Got Golden Spoons
I Kiss My b*tch In Public, f*ck Gettin' A Room
Uh, I Quit The Lean, Ever Since I been Hype
Took A Look At Nicki Ass, Man What A Sight
Uh, This Flow Stay Hotter Than Texas
I Call Em Y's Now, They No Longer Ex's
Hook:
Uh, I'm Screamin' M.O.B
Money, Over b*tches
Like Money Over b*tches x4
Verse 2
Yeah, Uh, The Ville Is Where Real n*ggas Stay
Keep Talkin' That sh*t, Six Feet Under Is Where You'll Lay
I'm the Rap god My n*gga, These Other Rappers Pray'
I'm the Beast At This Game, Y'all n*ggas Just Prey
And If You Were To Die Right Now, I Would Laugh & Say Okay
I Be Up On A b*tch Skin, Call Me Olay
Y'all Ain't Nothing But Stains, Y'all Will Fade Away
Uh, Like Don't My sh*t Be Funny?
I Like A Sweet pus*y, better Taste Like Honey
We Gon' Rob This Bank, So Go On Ahead & gun Me
Never Gonna Lose A Fight, You Can't Even Stun Me
& Only Lame n*ggas Rhyme Money, With Bunny
Ha!
Hook:
King Of Miami n*gga, I'm Gone
Fresh Mula Baby!!!!