M.O.B. (Money Over b*tches) lyrics

[Intro:]
I tell em we'll be on top

[Verse 1:]
You must be the D
Got you all up in yo feelin's
Every time I go you be on my line
Tryna get it at me
f*ckin' you, you tweet it
b*tch, when I roll ova, roll me one
Grab my keys, hit my blunt
Spin that ass so you know I'm gone

[Hook:]
It's back to the streets
Chasin' that money, money
The almighty dolla
pus*y so good that she know
That them n*gga gon' holla
Head go so crazy
I swear that the b*tch is a scholar
But it's still money ova b*tches
AAAAh, MOB
Still money ova b*tches, n*gga
MOB
[Verse 2:]
If you hit the street, then the money come
Sippin' that mighty water
My b*tch, she picture perfect
Mona Lisa, She thick like she come from Florida
I got Mercedes, mind of Forgie

Baby mommas want me
API imported, back to back, no portions
Baby, you so gorgeous, help me build a fortune
Shoes is 1500, bet you can't afford it
Money ova b*tches, money ova b*tch ass n*ggas
No time fo' yo feelin's
My coupe ain't got time fo' no ceilin's
I'm in the kitchen like a chemist
Cookin' up them dinners
We want...
... Money, the dolla sign
She send that sh*t, need me
She wanna meet me
Maybe later on this evenin'
But right now we just steady leanin'

[Hook:]
It's back to the streets
Chasin' that money, money
The almighty dolla
pus*y so good that she know
That them n*gga gon' holla
Head go so crazy
I swear that the b*tch is a scholar
But it's still money ova b*tches
AAAAh, MOB
Still money ova b*tches, n*gga
MOB