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M.O.B. Video (MV)




Performed By: T. Dolla
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Tamon Farley




T. Dolla - M.O.B. Lyrics




T Dolla bitch

It's time for me to work em out
Let me in your account
Let me in

Money over bitches
We racking up all the riches
Got the weave and got extensions
And we never in our feelings
Tell yo brother he can get it
Once he come give me a visit
Yeah you know where you can kiss it

Top or bottom
Not a problem
I ain't never scared to solve em
Drop em like a leaf in autumn

Go and grab the coffin
Now these bitches get to coughing
Must be the dro
Oh no
You gotta go
Me and my bitches sit in the front row
We from the ghetto and we boujee
So we trained to go
WOAH

Keep them panties in your pants Ma
Don't give that good good up to a grandpa
Go get a job
Shake that ass
Just do what you can
Don't need a man f*cking up and leaving you again

This that Watching You part 2
It's T Dolla and I'ma show em what it do

M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed

Its 3 girls with me
You know they BBB
Thats big booty bitches and we all came for the D
Anything they want you know its all on me
My pockets grande
Keep a bottle of that Bombay

I'm so fine he call me Yonce
This that A grade Lemonade
Hit em with that Ace of spades
I'm the dealer
I collect all the chips and I'm very difficult
I could never be simp

They all bow on command
Always a helping hand
Ain't got no self respect
Letting him take all yo check

Bitch you bugging
If he ain't got no money then he better get to thugging
Figure something out
Gotta change the route
I can make it thunder storm
Even in a drought

Its T. Dolla lil daddy better watch your mouth
Representing for the south
All these dudes going down
Leave your body on the ground

M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed

Runnin' Ra Runnin'
They all move when I'm coming
They really rap about nothing
I wake the yard when I'm stomping
You bluffing

They wait in line just to get my attention
He skip school
Ditch work to come over and get it
I told em hit the road Jack
Yes as soon as we finish
I am the realist
My bestie hair about 40 inches
Mink Brazilian

Pop a pill and make sure you feel it
Feel it all in ya spirit uhh

This that body motion
Drip just like an ocean
Never boasting cuz I'm chosen

On the boat and now we coasting
Rock it like Aaliyah
Smack em up like Queen Latifah
I would never wanna be ya
You my pray
I am the creature
Uh
Get off my court
You belong on the bleachers
Uh
You a bum bitch its nice to meet ya
AHT

M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
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T Dolla bitch

It's time for me to work em out
Let me in your account
Let me in

Money over bitches
We racking up all the riches
Got the weave and got extensions
And we never in our feelings
Tell yo brother he can get it
Once he come give me a visit
Yeah you know where you can kiss it

Top or bottom
Not a problem
I ain't never scared to solve em
Drop em like a leaf in autumn

Go and grab the coffin
Now these bitches get to coughing
Must be the dro
Oh no
You gotta go
Me and my bitches sit in the front row
We from the ghetto and we boujee
So we trained to go
WOAH

Keep them panties in your pants Ma
Don't give that good good up to a grandpa
Go get a job
Shake that ass
Just do what you can
Don't need a man f*cking up and leaving you again

This that Watching You part 2
It's T Dolla and I'ma show em what it do

M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed

Its 3 girls with me
You know they BBB
Thats big booty bitches and we all came for the D
Anything they want you know its all on me
My pockets grande
Keep a bottle of that Bombay

I'm so fine he call me Yonce
This that A grade Lemonade
Hit em with that Ace of spades
I'm the dealer
I collect all the chips and I'm very difficult
I could never be simp

They all bow on command
Always a helping hand
Ain't got no self respect
Letting him take all yo check

Bitch you bugging
If he ain't got no money then he better get to thugging
Figure something out
Gotta change the route
I can make it thunder storm
Even in a drought

Its T. Dolla lil daddy better watch your mouth
Representing for the south
All these dudes going down
Leave your body on the ground

M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed

Runnin' Ra Runnin'
They all move when I'm coming
They really rap about nothing
I wake the yard when I'm stomping
You bluffing

They wait in line just to get my attention
He skip school
Ditch work to come over and get it
I told em hit the road Jack
Yes as soon as we finish
I am the realist
My bestie hair about 40 inches
Mink Brazilian

Pop a pill and make sure you feel it
Feel it all in ya spirit uhh

This that body motion
Drip just like an ocean
Never boasting cuz I'm chosen

On the boat and now we coasting
Rock it like Aaliyah
Smack em up like Queen Latifah
I would never wanna be ya
You my pray
I am the creature
Uh
Get off my court
You belong on the bleachers
Uh
You a bum bitch its nice to meet ya
AHT

M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
You want a bad bitch just come see me
M.O.B.
M.O.B.
Bad bitch smoking on good weed
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Writer: Tamon Farley
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