M.O.B. lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
Yeah
You already know what it do, n*gga
(Yeah) Yeah, yeah
You know the size of it, too, huh
f*ck a n*gga (Cash Money)
Deezle beats, gasoline flows (Young Money)
Hydro and sizzurp, n*gga, word
I don't know what they be thinking, shawty
Yeah, f*ck you n*gga
f*ck 'em, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, homie? Yeah
Keep hating, 'cause, well, I'm here
If we don't know nothin', we know grindin' for the shine, daddy
Don't judge me, n*gga, judge yourself, look in the mirror or something, b*tch (Believe that)
Nah mean? (Word)
I'm twenty-two years old (Oww!) and I own everything around me, b*tch n*gga (b*tch, oww!)
One million, two million, three million, four million
What's good? (I got money, dog—and heart)
I ain't talkin' me, then I'm walkin'
You smell it? If you can't, b*tch, go get your nose straightened out, lil' n*gga
f*ck you! Get 'em!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hey! You looking at a soldier (Yeah), b*tch, I'm the sure thing (Yeah)
Born and raised in the middle of a bull ring (Yeah)
I turned a bad thing into a good thing (Yeah)
Listenin' to Malcolm, feelin' like I been hoodwinked (Yeah)
I could think about tomorrow and its promises (Yeah)
But I'ma just load my gat on some survival sh*t (Yeah)
And when I hear they got a drought on it— (Yeah)
I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it (Yeah)
Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats (Get 'em)
Smell you in the trunk if you, at all, speak—sh*t (Yes)
I got diamonds in my mouth, b*tch: I'm all teeth (Get 'em)
Fifty-two carats, Bugs Bunny, all drug money (Get 'em)
I got an ex-connect on the West Coast (Yup)
I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty more—fa' sho' (Yeah)
Haha! I'm nice with the flow (Geah, geah)
But a chosen few know that I'm a hustler on the low (Geah, geah, yeah, shh)
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Look into the eyes (Yeah) of a hustler, baby (Yeah)
That money—I'ma get it (Yeah), and the second I get it (Yeah, tss)
It's money over b*tches (Yeah, oww! Yeah)
Yeah, you know it's money over b*tches (Oww! Yeah)
Now, go get my money (Oww! Yeah)
Look into the eyes (Oww! Yeah) of a hustler, baby (Oww! Yeah)
That money—I'ma get it (Oww! Yeah), and the second I get it (Oww! Yeah)
It's money over b*tches (Yeah, oww! Yeah)
Yeah, you know it's money over b*tches (Oww! Yeah)
Now, go get my money (Oww! Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Take it out the wrapper (Yeah), set it on the stove (Yeah)
Break a gram off and put it in my b*tch nose (Yeah)
She tells me how it feels (Yeah): She's numb, She's froze (yeah)
b*tch, wake up (Yeah) and help me cook these O's (Yeah)
I gotta get my cake up (Ha)—see, all I eat is dough (Ha)
I'm a dangerous motherf*cker (Ha)—watch your feet, your toes (Ha)
I bang this motherf*cker if you can't keep it closed— (Ha)
That's your mouth I'm talkin' 'bout (Ha)—stop jumping out your face (I'm here!)
Before I have a hundred buckshots jumpin' out your face (Bap!)
One shot'll knock your girlfriend's scrunchie out of place (Bap!)
Tony Dungy: I don't play; I coach, ho (Ha!)
I spray Raid on a c*ckroach—die slow (Psst, psst)
I know my flow is hotter than Five-O
Summertime in Hollygrove (Seventeenth)—that's a stove (Yeah)
As he drove that black Bentley coupe through the city (Ugh)
All the b*tches try to get me, and I let 'em (Ugh, ugh)
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Look into the eyes (Yeah) of a hustler, baby (Yeah)
That money—I'ma get it (Yeah), and the second I get it (Yeah, tss)
It's money over b*tches (Yeah, oww! Yeah)
Yeah, you know it's money over b*tches (Oww! Yeah)
Now, go get my money (Oww! Yeah)
Look into the eyes (Oww! Yeah) of a hustler, baby (Oww! Yeah)
That money—I'ma get it (Oww! Yeah), and the second I get it (Oww! Yeah, tss)
It's money over b*tches (Yeah, oww! Yeah)
Yeah, you know it's money over b*tches (Oww! Yeah)
Now, go get my money (Oww! Yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ayy, I got twenty on my wrists (Yeah): That's a rainy-day schedule (Yeah)
Raindrop diamonds, n*gga: That's a rainy-day bezel (Yeah)
Yellow diamond earrings: Sunny-day special (Ooh!)
It's vicious how a n*gga's side-view'll straight catch you (Ooh!)
The b*tches on the sidelines, looking for the rescue (Shut up)
But I just give 'em guidelines, hard di*k, and pistols (Shut up)
Five hard, five soft, wrapped up in tissue (Shut up)
Say, "b*tch, you better get back before I start to miss you" (Shut up)
It's Tha Carter, baby—pardon all my issues, sh*t (Yeah)
I gotta get it—I'm a hustler to my tennis shoe (You know)
sh*t, tell them boys, "Come on in the swimming pool" (Come on)
Send a fool—bet I eat 'em up like dinner food (Come on)
And I'm floatin with keys in the inner tube (Yeah)
Prolly see my driving with pounds in the twenty-twos (Yeah)
All fifty-one rounds in the forty-seven (Yeah)
"Dope boy, dope boy!"—that's what they yelling
[Hook: Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled]
Yeah! Look into the eyes (Yeah) of a hustler, baby (Yeah)
That money—I'ma get it (Yeah), and the second I get it (Yeah, tss)
It's money over b*tches (Yeah, oww! Yeah)
Yeah, you know it's money over b*tches (Oww! Yeah)
Now, go get my money (Oww! Yeah)
Look into the eyes (Oww! Yeah) of a hustler, baby (Oww! Yeah)
That money—I'ma get it (Oww! Yeah), and the second I get it (Oww! Yeah)
It's money over b*tches (Yeah, oww! Yeah)
Shout to all my hustlers out there!
Yeah, you know it's money over b*tches (Oww! Yeah)
Now, go get my money (Oww! Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
The f*ck up, man
I don't need y'all n*ggas
I got me