Movin’ Organized Business (M.O.B.) lyrics

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[Chorus]
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)

[Verse 1]
I was talkin' to one of my folks that I look up to (Who was it?)
My advisor
He said that it’s good to always have a extra set of eyes like a jumping spider
I said, ‘Yeah, I be having security with me’
But then again, you gotta be outta your f*ckin' mind if you think them the ones that I'ma send to hit you up and do you in
Peel ya, that’ll be game goofy, mayne, they face too familiar
I got people who that they don’t even know I know (Know I know)
That'll plow a sucka down for no show
For no money, mayne, they’d hop over your fences (Fences)
As long as I take care of their expenses (Expenses)
Just the way that the ball be bouncin' around is foolish
Killers on call (Call), holes in ya like a Whiffle Ball (Ball)
My fetti lightweight tall (Tall)
That’s before when I was small (Small)
As I got older, decided to go against the f*ckin' law (Law)
If you ain’t built for this, don’t get into this
(If you ain’t built for this, don’t get into this)
Movin' organized business, BIATCH!
[Chorus]
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)

[Bridge]
Yeah, he mobbin' this I swear, he be mobbin' everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
If one knee on the line he dare, he be mobbin' everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere

[Verse 2]
OOOUH!
"We out here starvin', my n*gga, throw me a bone"
You ain’t the only one, n*gga, leave me alone
What you requestin' - booger sugar or reefer?
'Cause if it's booger sugar, the price went up like a PG&E smart meter, mayne
It's a shortage and it’s dry, that’s why it cost so high
And I ain’t tryna get over, my n*gga, I’m just tryna get by
I can see it in your eye, I can tell you're not a spy
My intuitions tell me that you sincere and you a good guy
So I’m gonna give you a try, and put you through the test
See if you got a hidden agenda or if you smerkish
See if you’ll surrender and give us up if you get nervous
See if you a bozo or a clown, this ain’t no circus
'Cause if you pat the game on the back, then game'll pat you on the back
My mentor taught me that, so I always remember that
That’s why I’m sharper than a Gillette, or a Yoshi blade, I'm cut like that
I ain't ever been a riff raff, or a foofoo or a J-cat, BIATCH!
[Chorus]
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over b*tches (MOB)
(Ooh wee)
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