Mob with it – Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Mob with it – Chris Brown

Mob with it lyrics
B***h I’m in the buildin’ guarantee that it’s an emergency
Stompin’ like a stampede so I know you bitches heard of me
I’m straight from Virginia but this ain’t common courtesy
F**k your feelings I take your feelings’ virginity
Million dollars for a show got a n***a ballin’
I think my phone tapped ’cause my money steady callin’
Every other day I’m in and out the office
And my soup killin’ niggas need a fuckin’ coffin
I’m bossin’ if I gotta take it off I’m a warrior
Known for buyin’ big s**t call me notorious
Kill that p***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 shittin’ on niggas 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 niggas they ain’t my friends
They party with me party with me
But at the same time they tryna f**k my b***h
And I don’t care ’bout them f**k niggas
Never get on my high horse
Ain’t ride out with these f**k niggas
This life I got I die for it

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCal]
Oh dawg for this s**t man I swear to God
All my niggas in the club we about to mooob
Mooob with it (Mob with it)
Mooob with it (Mooob with it)
If you on the floor n***a better have a mooob
Mooob with it (Mooob with it)
Mooob with it (Mooob with it)
All of my niggas runnin’ deep we a fuckin’ mooob
We mooobbin’ (Mooobbin’)
We mooobbin’ (Mooobbin’)
Holla at us if you want that problem

[Verse 2: Kevin McCall]
First niggas was ballin’ now we slam dunkin’
Arms out of school like I’m ridin’ in the bunky
That’s C Breezy with it he pushin’ my s**t
We swapped them out just like we do the bitches
New to this I hear they blowin’ money like a swisher
Used to be on county now my taxes six figures
Said my d**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***a I’m that fuckin’ n***a
Is that your baby mama? She gon’ need a baby sitter
‘Cause once I get her I’ma be all up in her
You f**k with the tip then I’ma eat her like she dinner
Californication got a n***a faded
I see why a p***y n***a and the b***h related
Too sweet soft n***a I’ma call you Danish
I know you see this camera section b***h a n***a famous
Girl I better kill that p***y like a vet
Not like veteran but I mean veterinarian I kill the cat
If you a 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 McCal]
Oh dawg for this s**t man I swear to God
All my niggas in the club we about to mooob
Mooob with it (Mooob with it)
Mooob with it (Mooob with it)
If you on the floor n***a better have a mooob
Mooob with it (Mob with it)
Mooob with it (Mooob with it)
All of my niggas runnin’ deep we a fuckin’ mooob
We mooobbin’ (Mooobbin’)
We mooobbin’ (Mooobbin’)
Holla at us if you want that problemmm

Mob with it