Movin' Organized Business (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

I was talkin' to one of my folks that I look up to (Who was it?)

My advisor

He said that it's good to always have a extra set of eyes like a jumping spider

I said, "Yeah, I be having security with me"

But then again, you gotta be outta your fuckin' mind if you think them the ones that I'ma send to hit you up and do you in

Peel ya, that'll be game goofy, mayne, they face too familiar

I got people who that they don't even know I know (Know I know)

That'll plow a sucka down for no show

For no money, mayne, they'd hop over your fences (Fences)

As long as I take care of their expenses (Expenses)

Just the way that the ball be bouncin' around is foolish

Killers on call (Call), holes in ya like a Whiffle Ball (Ball)

My fetti lightweight tall (Tall)

That's before when I was small (Small)

As I got older, decided to go against the fuckin' law (Law)

If you ain't built for this, don't get into this

(If you ain't built for this, don't get into this)

Movin' organized business, BIATCH!

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Yeah, he mobbin' this I swear, he be mobbin' everywhere

Everywhere, everywhere

Everywhere, everywhere

If one knee on the line he dare, he be mobbin' everywhere

Everywhere, everywhere

Everywhere, everywhere

UH!

"We out here starvin', my nigga, throw me a bone"

You ain't the only one, nigga, leave me alone

What you requestin' - booger sugar or reefer?

'Cause if it's booger sugar, the price went up like a PG&E smart meter, mayne

It's a shortage and it's dry, that's why it cost so high

And I ain't tryna get over, my nigga, I'm just tryna get by

I can see it in your eye, I can tell you're not a spy

My intuitions tell me that you sincere and you a good guy

So I'm gonna give you a try, and put you through the test

See if you got a hidden agenda or if you smerkish

See if you'll surrender and give us up if you get nervous

See if you a bozo or a clown, this ain't no circus

'Cause if you pat the game on the back, then game'll pat you on the back

My mentor taught me that, so I always remember that

That's why I'm sharper than a Gillette, or a Yoshi blade, I'm cut like that

I ain't ever been a riff raff, or a foofoo or a J-cat, BIATCH!

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

Movin' organized business (M.O.B.)

Money over bitches (M.O.B.)

(Oohwee)