Mob With It lyrics

[Intro]
(K-K-K-K-K-Mac)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
b*tch, I'm in the buildin', guarantee that it's an emergency
Stompin' like a stampede, so I know you b*tches heard of me
I'm straight from Virginia, but this ain't common courtesy
f*ck your feelings, I take your feelings' virginity
Million dollars for a show, got a n*gga ballin'
I think my phone tapped 'cause my money steady callin'
Every other day, I'm in and out the office
And my suit killin' n*ggas, need a f*ckin' coffin
I'm bossin', if I gotta take it off, I'm a warrior
Known for buyin' big sh*t, call me notorious
Kill that pus*y, ain't no secret, I'm victorious
With all these Columbianas and Eva Longoria, haha
Now I done made a million down in Cancún
I keep sh*ttin' on n*ggas, need a bathroom
I got my yacht in the water, if it's sharks in the water
It don't matter, I'm killin' 'em with this harpoon
Ha, these n*ggas hate, ain't my friends
They party with me, party with me
But at the same time, they tryna f*ck my b*tch
And I don't care 'bout them f*ck n*ggas
Let me get on my high horse
And ride out on these f*ck n*ggas
This life I got, I'll die for it
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
Oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, I swear to God
All my n*ggas in the club, we about to mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
If you on the prowl, n*gga, better have a mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
All of my n*ggas runnin' deep, we a f*ckin' mob
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
Holla at us if you want that problem

[Verse 2: Kevin McCall]
First n*ggas was ballin', now we slam dunkin'
Orange out school like I'm ridin' in the bunky
That's C Breezy, yeah, he pushin' my sh*t
We swapped them out, just like we do the b*tches
New to this idea of blowin' money like a swisher
Used to be on county, now my taxes six figures
Said my di*k conceited, can my head get any bigger?
Then I told her to lick it and blow it, just like it's a Swisher
I'm that n*gga, I'm that f*ckin' n*gga
Is that your baby mama? She gon' need a babysitter
'Cause once I get her, I'ma be all up in her
You f*ck with the tip and I'ma eat her like she dinner
Californication got a n*gga faded
I see why a pus*y n*gga and the b*tch related
Too sweet, soft n*gga, I'ma call you Danish
I know you see this camera set to, "b*tch, a n*gga famous"
Girl, I bet I kill that pus*y like a vet
Not like veteran, but I mean veterinarian, I kill the cat
If you the paper chaser, I got them racks on top of racks
Shake your money maker, I got a hunnid
K-K-K-K-K-Mac
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
Oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, I swear to God
All my n*ggas in the club, we about to mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
If you on the prowl, n*gga, better have a mob
Mob with it (Mob with it)
Mob with it (Mob with it)
All of my n*ggas runnin' deep, we a f*ckin' mob
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
We mobbin' (Mobbin')
Holla at us if you want that problem