What's up everybody?
This big sugar daddy coming from the south side of the tree.
I got a new...
you shoppers and you boppers it ain't what a player can do for you
It's about what you can do for a player.
So let me let my nigga kick some of that shit to you.
I was posing to be chosen in this game.
Bigger than Mike D, let me hear you scream my name.
Money over bitches, that's M.O.B.
I can't love a hoe, that's the way it gotta be.
Cause to the hoe you died and make your game slack up.
Get out of line, knock her down if she act up.
I don't give a damn about these hoes.
That's why I'm all alone.
I grab my dick clone and hold the microphone and scream money over bitches.
Still got my riches.
Sit sideways in the separate noose.
Hittin' switches, smokin' swizzles, strikein' on Drake.
Thinkin' about bank, what the fuck you hoes think?
It's funny over pictures in this H time, Texas.
So no love for hoes.
So what's the damn place?
It's from the north to the south.
I'ma break these hoes off.
I'ma come down global tussin' so I don't talk.
And it's money over bitches.
Ryan Spitzer, Mario Spitzer.
Kārāya mārvīcchē Pārēyau mārvīcchē Yātmārāya mīcchē
Shabbat shalom.
Them niggas think it's a foot race, but it's a paper chase.
I'm all about my milk on the work.
every day plus i got them boppers on my side from me yo putting them out there on the cut
trying to give me some of them guts.
But what?
I'm all about my meal.
I gotta show my skills.
Cause my skill, pay the bills, nigga, that's real.
So a young nigga, Trill, stuck in the game.
And bitches always screaming out a player name But it be hard to see
That I'm the P.A.T.
And why none of these papas can't get with me.
It's automatic like the knives.
What's in front of lies on them hoes at all times?
Get them on my P, you know them silly things.
That a nigga do to them hoes on ding-a-ling.
Shake them, break them, do it like a nigga gotta do it.
Break them down because the players just used to it.
We'll be right back.
Oh, you're a bitch.
God, I am a bitch.
This morning.
Opa, papas, till the day I die.
Cause we some worldwide players.
So baby, don't ask why I won't.
wheel in the sky acting the damn fool laughing at these cats who think they play but they some
Real love for deuce.
I got a pimp attitude that goes howl down the brow.
She come at me like a trick.
I treat the good like a dog.
Oh, loud.
Forgive me.
for this life of sin I live in.
It's a shame the scandalous brain of some of these women.
And if you ask me.
My national anthem is...
Riding with Ted, a little with Ted.
Yeah.
You got money, money.
M.O.B.B.B.
M-O-V-E.
B-A-T-T.
Hallelujah, baby, baby.
We're going to make them dream come true.
Left, left, left, left.
