God Money Mobbin Lyrics

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The only time you niggas wipe a Nigga nose is when your cousin sleeping

I got a girl still got twenty hoes boy it's cuffing season

Real Zoe's really whacking Shit give a fuck the reason

Go ahead put your gun away you ain't gonna need it

If I do a show and something missing boy ain't nothing leaving

Come to your house and air it out til it's nothing breathing

Little niggas diss me on a song

Can't believe em

Diss me on a track we dropping bombs now we fucking even

Gang shit

Niggas say they packing they ain't bang shit

Okay you got a full clip boy we got the same shit

You lame jit I bag your main bitch and who she hang with I train

Shit have em both sucking on the same dick

I'm in ya state

36 ounces white like paper plates

You better pray OG better not see no niggas face to face

I pocket 8 sliding in a rocket I was up to date

Bussing no discussion is we fucking I ain't up for dates

Choo choo

My blood see me they like Su Woo

My crip niggas like who you

My Zoe's really got that voodoo

God money niggas and we shoot to

I'm the leader of the new school

I'm the ones them boys salute too

Man you little niggas goof troops

Niggas I was sliding on em

Sliding on em

Vibing on em

Vibing on em

Uh uh

OG Win plotting on em

OG Win plotting

Leave his chest throbbing

Leave a Nigga throbbing

Make a Nigga throw his own vomit on em

Wilding on em

Wilding on em

Rhyming on em

Rhyming on em

God money mobbin on em

Don't make me brang the squad

They said I'm sleeping but I'm nodding on em

Them Niggas going hard

I sip this liquor to my liver go rotten on em

I can't fuck no regular bitches them hoes bummy

My little niggas wiping your nose your shit was runny

I was with my wildcats just like Kentucky

This money make my enemies

Act just like we buddies

I done fucked up the money and the plug still front me

Still see junkies in my dreams still haunt me

9's and them 10's all my hoes still love me

I done fucked all her friends and the bitch still love me

I done slid in a benz in a two door dummy

Top models red bottoms everything bloody

Top dollar baby bottles all the cups muddy

To keep it real I ain't give them bitches nothing

Nigga mafia niggas looking broke ewww not with us boxing up

I was at the trap spot chopping up watching for any Nigga

Looking out binoculars crack rock ask bout why my name popping up

Niggas I was sliding on em

Sliding on em

Vibing on em

Vibing on em

Uh uh

OG Win plotting on em

OG Win plotting

Leave his chest throbbing

Leave a Nigga throbbing

Make a Nigga throw his own vomit on em

Wilding on em

Wilding on em

Rhyming on em

Rhyming on em

God money mobbin on em

Don't make me send them shottas on em

They talking beef shit nigga and I tried to warn em