Move Like the Mob lyrics

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I don't give a f*ck about n*ggas
I don't give a f*ck about b*tches
Young n*gga want this money
Yeah a young n*gga gon' get it
b*tch I move like the mob
b*tch I move like the mob
b*tch I move like the mob
Yeah n*gga, we the mob
I don't give a f*ck about n*ggas
I don't give a f*ck about b*tches
Young n*gga want this money
Yeah a young n*gga gon' get it
b*tch I move like the mob
b*tch I move like the mob
b*tch I move like the mob
Whole gang, we the mob

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Yeah n*gga, we the mob
Broke b*tch get a job
f*ck n*gga stop hating
I put a hole in your top
You ain't nothing like the gang n*gga
f*ck n*ggas want to bang with us
Keep playin', get your head popped
Your body drop when the leg pop
Naw n*gga, this is real life
We ain't just talkin' hip hop
b*tch I look like a god
This lame n*gga he a fraud
300K on the foreign
Yeah b*tch, that's a house
n*ggas tough on the internet
In person they quiet like mouse
I f*ck your b*tch in the mouth
Had them shooters laying on your house
When them shots get to hit your stomach
You gon' hold that sh*t like a pouch
Boom, you gon' hold that sh*t like a pouch
Yeah n*gga we the mob
Watch what's comin' out your mouth
b*tch, look at my cars
b*tch, look at my broad
Lot of racks on my squad
b*tch, look at the garage
Let's have us a menage
Let's look at these hearts
Got a lot of money, on god
Bleedin' no bandage, on god
Ice on froze, unthaw
Dice shootin' dice on your boy
Pivot, long socks, young boss
Droptop Phantom, living large
Droptop talkin' to the god
Got a new panoramic for the Porsche
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
b*tch, look at my cars
b*tch, look at my broad
Lot of racks on my squad
b*tch, look at the garage
Let's have us a menage
Let's look at these hearts
Got a lot of money, on god
Bleedin' no bandage, on god
Ice on froze, unthaw
Dice shootin' dice on your boy
Pivot, long socks, young boss
Droptop Phantom, living large
Droptop talkin' to the god
Got a new panoramic for the Porsche

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I f*ck with the gang, I be with the rods
I f*ck with the mob, my killers be robbin'
These rappers is targets, the plug's a target
You police, you sorry
I put my guns in apartments
We run a train on your BM
And she be all in my DM
You stomp 'em out in some weak Timbs
You know what it is when we see him
Headshot, boy you test me
We in Miami on jet skis
Hairpin trigger, don't test these
Rich n*gga had a shootout in a Bentley