Lil` Wayne M.o.b. Lyrics

M.o.b. Lyrics

{Birdman}

You already know what it do nigga

You know the size of it too huh?

Cash money

Young money

I dont know what they be thinkin shorty

But fuck 'em, you know they be talking about my homies

Yeah, If we dont know nothin, we know we gotta grind for the shine daddy

Believe that

One million, two million, three million, four million

You smell it?

If you cant bitch, go get your nose straightened out nigga



{Lil Wayne}

You looking at a soldier

Bitch I'm the sure thing

Born and raised in the middle of a poor ring

I turned a bad thing into a good thing

Listenin to malcom feelin like i've been hoodwinked

I could think about tomorrow and its promises

But I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit

And when i hear they got a drought on it

I take a month out of rap and I hustle til I'm out of it

Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats

Smell you in the trunk if you at all speak

Shit, I got diamonds on my neck bitch and all my teeth

52 carrots, bugs bunny, all drug money

I got an x-connect on the west coast

I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty mo' Fo' sho 

I'm nice with the flo

But a chosen few know 

That I'm a hustla on the low



{Refrain} 

Look into the eyes of a hustla baby

Yeah, money I'ma get it 

and the second I get it

Its money ova bitches

Yeah, you know its money ova bitches

Know go get my money

Look into the eyes of a hustla baby

Yeah, money I'ma get it 

and the second I get it

Its money ova bitches

Yeah, you know its money ova bitches

Know go get my money



{Lil Wayne}

Take it out the wrapper

Sit it on the stove

Break a gram off and put it in my bitch's nose

She tells me how it feels

She's numb, She's froze

Bitch! wake up and help me cook these hoes

I gotta get my cake up 'cause all I eat is dough

I'm a dangerous mothafucka watch your feets, your toes

I bang this mothafucka you cant keep the clothes

Thats your mouth we're talkin bout

Stop jumpin out your face

Before I have a hundred bugs shots jumpin out ya face

One shot will knock your girlfriends scrungie out of place

Tony Dungie I dont play I coach

Hoe, I spray raid on the cockroach, die slow

I know my flow is hotter than 50

Summertime in Hollygrove

Thats the stove

As he drove that black bentley coupe through the city

All the bitches try to get me and I let 'em



{Refrain}



{Lil Wayne}

Yeah, I got twenty on my wrists

thats a rainy day schedule

Rain drop diamonds nigga

Thats a rainy day bezzle

Yellow diamond earings

Sunny day special

Its vicious my niggas 

Its eyeview I'd straight catch you

The bitches on the sidelines

Looking for the rescue

But I just give 'em guidelines

Hard dicks and pistols

5 hard, 5 soft, wrapped up in tissue

Say bitch you better get back before I start to miss you

Its the carter baby pardon all my issues

I gotta get it I'm a hustla to my tennis shoe

Tell them boys come on in the swimming pool

Send a fool

Then I eat 'em up like dinner food

And I'm floatin with keys in the inner tube

They prolly see my driving with pounds in the 22's

All 51 rounds in the 47

Dope boy, dope boy

Thats what they all yellin



{Refrain}



{Lil Wayne}

Shut the fuck up, I dont need ya'll niggas.......... timmy p