MOB
Yuh, yuh yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh yuh, yuh
C Pain beats hoe
Souljah
Ray J
You know when
Wwe pull on the scene
You know I got
Racks in my jeans
You know I pull up
Wwith the team, ay, ay
You know I pull up
With the team
(You know I pull up
With the team)
Hop out the 'Rari, we stuntin'
My young niggas
Getting to the money
I had to run up a check
I had to go and finesse
I just jumped out the jet
I might go hop in the 'Rari
I might go hop in the Bentley
I might go hop in the Audi
Whip, whip, whip,
Whip, whip
Hop out the whip
Then I whip
I'm rich, rich,
Rich, rich, rich
Yeah, they know that I'm rich
Whip, whip, whip
Hop out the whip
Then I whip
Hop out the whip
Then I whip
Hop out the whip
Then I whip
It's okay, we having
Pints of the walk hard
Bad bitch make it pop
Like a pop tart
Me and Ray J, we
Pull up to the scene
Run up the racks then
We go to some lean
In one day I ran
Up a million
Everyday, got racks
To the ceiling
Got racks on racks
In my 'Sace Jeans
Hopping out the
Coupe with double cup of lean
Lotta bad bitches,
Bad bitches watching me
Got a lot of designer drugs,
I'm on a shopping spree
I got a lot of bad bitches,
Bad bitches watching me
Bitches in designer, wanna
Go on shopping sprees
Pop that champagne bottle
While I pour that pint of lean
Hitting from the back and
Now I got these bitches screamin'
In that pussy, I'm in deep
I could put my whole knee
Bad bitch for the weekend
Fuck her every other weekend
Ice coming out the freezer
I put the diamonds on her cleavage
Cocaine got her cheesing
Nigga whipping with no keys
Hop out the 'Rari, we stuntin'
My young niggas
Getting to the money
I had to run up a check
I had to go and finesse
I just jumped out the jet
I might go hop in the 'Rari
I might go hop in the Bentley
I might go hop in the Audi
Whip, whip, whip,
Whip, whip
Hop out the whip
Then I whip
I'm rich, rich,
Rich, rich, rich
Yeah, they know
That I'm rich
That nigga Soulja whippin' whips
Pass the weed gotta dip
I be limpin' with the pimpin'
Hop out with Soulja whippin' whip
I got the bitches rolling spliffs
A nigga lean, no gym
Candy pain above the rim
I write the checks no pen
(Let's go)
She suck my dick like
She teasing
I pick her up on the East
Bentley truck when I'm speeding
Pussy mixed with codeine
Indian bitch is touchy
Smoke
Molly got the bitches
Giving
Baddest bitches in Balesin
Money's on and I believe it
Hop out the 'Rari, we stuntin'
My young niggas
Getting to the money
I had to run up a check
I had to go and finesse
I just jumped out the jet
I might go hop in the 'Rari
I might go hop in the Bentley
I might go hop in the Audi
Whip, whip, whip,
Whip, whip
Hop out the whip
Then I whip
I'm rich, rich,
Rich, rich, rich
Yeah, they know
That I'm rich
That nigga Soulja whippin' whip
Pass the weed gotta dip
I be limpin' with the pimpin'
Hop out with Soulja whippin' whip