Movin’ Organized Business (M.O.B.)

[Chorus]
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (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 nigga, throw me a bone"
You ain’t the only one, nigga, 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 nigga, 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 bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
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