[Intro]
Aye, you already know what it is n***a
Rich Gang
Cash Money Records
Hahaha, like how that sound blood
Birdman what's brackin' n***a?
Rich Girl
Still B4L, Bank'd Up 4 Life n***a
N***a it's the mobb n***a
Let me talk to these hoe ass n***as man
Came and got me out the projects n***a!

[Verse 1]
Me and my mob n***as sleep in the trap (n***a!)
N***a beam on the MAC (n***a!)
Fuck around and put your team on a flag (boom x6)
Knock your noodles, when I squeeze it and clap (brackin'!)
30 deep on the Jag (30 gang n***a!)
N***as don't want a piece of Iraq (nuh uh)
These rap n***as, they be way out of town (way out of town)
Like they can't get found (what's happenin'?)
Talking loud, but ain't making a sound (n***a!)
I swear to god blood, these n***as is clowns (nerds)
They ain't never around (uh uh)
'Cause they know we leaving brains on the ground (set)
I'm on Pay Street doing my thang (what's brackin'?)
Having babied the game (heavy baby n***a!)
Favor for a favor, swapping out thangs (it's out!)
That old n***a better stay in his lane (stay in yo' lane n***a!)
Before we blow out his brain (boom!)
100 shots, I ain't got no aim (nuh uh)
Rich Gang
Know a way to make you spin (uh huh)
But I'm in it to win (yuh)
Fuck around and meet the draco again (bwaka)
And y'all don't really want that n***a (nuh uh)
You know we on that n***a (bitch ass n***a!)
Headshots to make yo' dome splat n***a
[Chorus]
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
Rich Gang

[Verse 2]
I'm from Iraq and we don't play (Iraq n***a!)
Bullets up out the cage (bow! x6)
Chase yo' bitch ass down, broad day (gank that n***a!)
That dope fiend high off yay (hella high)
Standing all in the way (bitch ass n***a)
That's why he got popped up with a K (facts)
I swear to god that n***a the cops (cops)
Talking about box
Hit up or sprint up then, take out his shots (brra)
You taking fades when n***as take these shots (take these gats n***a)
You know how we rock (you know whats happenin')
I'm from Iraq blood, we blow out blocks (30 gang)
You on the internet, yelling my name (brrt)
You must think it's a game (police)
Knock a n***a picture right out the frame (yuh)
Shots fired out the back of the Range (bop that n***a)
They ain't clapping a thang (get that n***a)
Bank'd Up, Cash Money the gang (CML n***a)
Rich Gang
I can still pull up on the viz (uh huh)
I'm still locked in (yuh)
Call cheese when I pull up on wind
[?]
The love is true
I'm from the mobb, n***a what about you? (30s)
[Chorus]
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
We holla mob (mob)
Life (life)
Mob (mob)
Life (life)
Rich Gang
[Outro]
Real motherfucking talk mane. I guess these n***as upset, these n***as big mad. Rich Girl Hoe you big mad man. Y'know what I'm saying? Hard work and dedication up out this mobb shit n***a. You know what time it is boy. Mind yo' bidnezz mane. Straight the fuck up n***a. Bank'd Up 4 Life n***a. Yeah n***a. Cash Money Records n***a. Oh yeah! Rich Gang n***a. That part. Don't forget it n***a. Bitch ass n***a. It's the mobb!