Calibar - M.O.B lyrics

rate me

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day

Wherever you living, we above that

Elevated from floors, we above flat

I grew up in the States, I had no scraps

And if I didn’t win at first, I’d always come back

We’d always come back, I’d always come back

Half exists left, my lady come back

With a big arched back, half run from

But I had to give her points, so I dumped that

Yeah, my heart’s been broken

But we build with pain

And ever since it got mended, now I do the same

It’s who your guilt’s for, I blame you

You made me this way

You created me, you made me who I am today

I love that, … niggas and I run track

So I moved the whole kit to see crumbs back

Till I switched up the color like contacts

I gain contact for contact for contact

I blew up contacts, peas like a contact

Sorry love, I gotta put you on a hold

Money’s on the other line and I gotta get a contact

I swear I move …of bread, now I make a toast

I tell a bitch, lighten up, no cake soup

Loyal E before money, then comes my money

And then bitches, just know yourself for how I run my business

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day

Respect me ‘cause I am the realest

When I be you know what the deal is

After I fuck, please no touchy feelings

I don’t catch feelings, that’s an illness, call it man flu

If you fall for me I won’t catch you

It’s the space in my life that I’m in right now

Get me space in my life, let me live right now

Chilling with the ladies, cool is sex dumb

But her head game clever and she got her breasts done

Girl is sexy, had to get some

Please tell your pops to fall back, while I kick it with your step mom

I love that, on tour, you can show me where the love’s at

It’s when I link and it’s not what you think

Give me five minutes you will pull us out the G string

If you’re real dumb, then your chick is meant to be your reflection

A real woman wouldn’t cheat, yeah, I’m an exception

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day

Way before music the ladies rated me

For my young man

Came in the game just one man

One DJ, one MC, no crew

Just couple gun men, a car light

The ladies all go weak for them

The go hard girls are gonna speak for them

But a gold digging bitch gets nothing, not from me

I got no peep with them, that means I ain’t gonna pluck that

Ain’t gonna stop that

If it ain’t M.O.B.,drop that

Man I got the nerve to talk about you

Your time is cloudy, how could you fuck that?

I send my heart to my G’s in a coma

And if it’s beef you ain’t watching no face

Go on, here come the guns and they clean them

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day

Oh, I love this money

Oh, I love these bitches

I get the G up, put my money on the bitches

All day, all day, all day, all day