[Verse 1: P-Lo]
(Here we go)
Bitch, I'm about to go dumb right now
She just wanna back it up on me, iCloud
I keep it lit, yeah, I live the lifestyle
Shorty wanna hop up on the wave, she might drown
Aye, I can't stop your bitch right now, she on me
'Bout my cheese, just like I'm macaroni
Hop up out my face, bitch don't know me
When I'm in my bag, I act a donkey
Yeah they say I'm going nuts, I'm a cashew
If I need it, I can do a ski mask too
Got your bitch throwing ass like a baboon
Bitch, don't come around here with no bad news
Only want top, I don't want your company
All the lovey dovey talk, baby girl, you gotta leave
Oh, you got a man? I'm sipping on that tea
Bend it over, put your hands up on your knees
[Chorus: P-Lo]
I can't feel no ways
They hate, it's OK (Come on)
I just beat thе odds always
I just beat the odds always (What we doin'?)
Yеah I'm really mobbin'
Yeah I'm really mobbin'
Really mobbin' (I'm related to the mob)
Yeah I'm really mobbin'
Yeah I'm really mobbin' (Yeahhhh)
Really mobbin'
Yeah I'm really mobbin'
Yeah I'm really mobbin'
Really mobbin' (I'm related to the mob)
(Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. ALLBLACK)
Yeah I'm really mobbin'
Yeah I'm really mobbin'
Really mobbin'
[Verse 2: ALLBLACK]
Turf burns on my knees, fucked her on the pallet
Running plays with two freaks, so I popped cialis
I'm Mr. Get The Fit Off, I don't need no stylist
In Detroit fuckin' off racks, niggas try on Calvin
Took my belt off, spanked her, Pootie Tang
Flipped her over like a Razor, fucked her hella ways
Got her doing yoga, took a break, she hit the yola
Marriott was sold out, I made her boss me in the 'yota
She said "BLACK, I know you 'bout a bag"
Yeah, that's facts
She asked me "What's the choosing fee?"
I replied "a hundred racks"
I got babies to feed
Decks, dollars and macks
At the Bro-Down where I was courting hoes, I get smacks
Got the plan, hit follies
Ate shrooms, ate molly
Swear to God, felt like my soul left my body
Called my ex at 4 AM, asked her if she still love me
Every time I link with P, I get scummy
[Bridge]
Feel me? Yeah, he ain't smarter than me in my own shit now. Not this nigga, and they hella mad. Went through a nigga pocket, got thousands all on him, thousands all on him, feel me? On some light shit...
[Verse 3: P-Lo]
(P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)
I'm too poppin where I'm from, had to find a new place
I been stacking up the checks and had to find a new safe
From the 90's, you can't find me
Rare, like a new steak
I'm the one they wanna hear when they want a new wave
You ain't reppin' what I'm reppin', gotta find a new side
Said she'd let me hit it once, hit the shit like two times
They gon' label me a legend from the day I do die
Always knew I'd be the one, got the shit in due time
I'm the man, I'm the boy, everybody know
That's obvious
Hit me on the FaceTime, wanna show me, got her body did
Way too high, this lying never ever got me shit
Saying how I feel, shit be crazy, damn it got me lit, aye
Tell me how they broke, but they ain't got a plan
Bitch all in my DM, acting just like she ain't got a man
Now she caught up in my web, feel like Spider-Man
These days, not too many feelings, got a lot of bands
Aye, seen that bag land, now I gotta dance
She petite, she a freak, got a lot of ass
I can't show up anywhere, if it's not a bag
She gon' bust it for the real, I ain't gotta ask, aye
[Verse 4: 22nd Jim]
She always talking 'bout my pockets 'cause they stuffed, I got a lot of it
Bitch, you know I'm ballin', baby love to state the obvious
I done slimed a couple niggas, never said that I was proud of it
In the stu' with 60 shots and some exotic, got it poppin'
Seen her nigga up in public, probably thought I was gon' box with him
If he play me pussy, gotta rush him to the hospital
He a clown, get him a tricycle
Running laps, bitch, I'm on top of 'em
I'm the nigga in the city, ain't a nigga that's gon' stop this shit
Let me, let me calm down P, I'm in my bag
Hunnid after hunnid, I ain't tryna brag
Wasn't bustin' that so we took the strap
Can't be freezin' with the heater, we ain't having that, aye
Bitch, and you know that
Young wild nigga, bitch, free Kodak
FNN up on my waist, ain't gota show that (That's a fact)
But one thing that's for certain, Imma blow that
Jim, nigga