M.O.B - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Yeah, uh, money over bitches, eliminate the snitches

Send yo bitch ass back with a couple stitches

My niggas louder than a motherfuckin' million crickets

I be performin' LIVE, go and buy my tickets

Haha, ya bitch got a tight ass, I'ma hit it soon

I told her it's M.O.B, so when she sleep I'm out the room

Higher than the Moon, I'm so rich, I got golden spoons

I kiss my bitch in public, fuck gettin' a room

Uh, I quit the lean, ever since I been hype

Took a look at Nicki ass, man, what a sight

Uh, this flow stay hotter than Texas

I call 'em Y's now, they no longer ex's

Uh, I'm screamin' "M.O.B", money over bitches like money over bitches

Yeah, uh, the Ville is where real niggas stay

Keep talkin' that shit, six feet under is where you'll lay

I'm the Rap God my migga, these other rappers pray'

I'm the beast at this game, y'all niggas just prey

And if you were to die right now, I would laugh and say okay

I be up on a bitch skin, call me Olay

Y'all ain't nothin' but stains, y'all will fade away

Uh, like don't my shit be funny?

I like a sweet pussy, better taste like honey

We gon' rob this bank, so go on ahead and gun me

Never gonna lose a fight, you can't even stun me

And only lame niggas rhyme money with bunny, ha!

Uh, I'm screamin' "M.O.B", money over bitches like money over bitches

King Of Miami, nigga, I'm gone, Fresh Mula, baby!!!!