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Hey, I wake up and get bread I don't give two fucks about what she said Cause baby the mob is how we live So she just a beat like the speed That the gangs in your area turn it up in your stereo Here we go back on ashes to make the baker hysterical And I lay on that paper, chase like the cops will pursuit Cause it feels like she banging, I think she popping a few Anyway you gonna guarantee that they're rocking with, On the planet, don't bring it, but then I roll back to crew And ya all ready to go, ready to ride out I just give it to her and go, homie I slide out! Catch me before the gang getting money, nothing to lie about Type that I predict that will make your chick wanna try out ..and get your ass and listen Treat her like a studio, for a session ..falling out because it's all about aggression And my big daddy can't shit, they know how to step it Then I'm right back to the money, I'm always on the ground And I'm up all night, I'm always down tonight! Chorus: I don't wanna hurt nobody I'm just all about my profit When you see me I'll be mobbin' When you see me I'll be mobbin' I'm talking about mobbin' Round and round, getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Yeah, later on still counting in Catch your girlfriend wetter than a fountain All she want is a young nigga getting there Take her home and she ride on some, A whole bunch of rappers, but none of them is meant to shit Come on straight up on the bridge, nigga we're real as it get Spin like a loser my way, crazy I'm a lunatic Come and get some of this heartbreak, He hating on me how fully she pimp My whole city here how cool is the pimp We're all in the better we're getting it in To shit like the pants, homie how could you forget? More money I make the more money I spend ,back to the money, I'm always to the ground And I'm up all night, I'm always down to mob Chorus: I don't wanna hurt nobody I'm just all about my profit When you see me I'll be mobbin' When you see me I'll be mobbin' I'm talking about mobbin' Round and round, getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Yeah! Bang bang on them homie Uh, young nigga got that old bread Walking on more balls don't call here Mobbin' all night like no.. Holler when you see me, better, for wanna beat me Better homies wanna fuck me, Better I appear like a genie Tougher motives I'mma need a few racks if you wanna see me Hide it from phony niggas, they give me the.. ..I'm on Patron, son Where the hoes at? You should phone, son Swagging on the mil where you get your clothes from? And where you meet, hey? She a cold one? Young G but respect her by the old ones He had her but never saw one that, I was gonna indulge ya, higher than satellites And I got the game, and I read it under right Chorus: I don't wanna hurt nobody I'm just all about my profit When you see me I'll be mobbin' When you see me I'll be mobbin' I'm talking about mobbin' Round and round, getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough Mobbin', round and round getting dough |