$ Ova Bitches

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye, yo, yo, yo, hold up G Rap we already used this beat I got another idea M.O.B : Money Ova Bitches Money and Ice chains [Hook] You know my style yeah MOB MOB MOB Money Ova Bitches Money and Ice chains You know my style yeah MOB MOB MOB Money Ova Bitches [Verse1] Ready to light something bang pipes like I'm plumbing Baby faces killers call em' youngins, see what happen' They bout action, them young boys are comin' Queens, I hold that flag like a lost battalion Money and ice chains n' some frost medallions Tight veins with bodies like horse or stallions Shout out Queens where niggas will resort to violence Niggas learn when that pressure firm Brought forth by the sword Catch a stray slug through your precious perm It's no protest where I rest, best confirmed Queens cops get they head burned like Edward Burns Seen shit stomachs reject and they flesh is turned I got niggas that servin' world Guiness record terms ?? Smith and Wesson ?? [Hook] [Verse 2] My style is movin' with the major cash Pape stack, nigga chop up, the razor crack You not a cook, you's a good jux, OK But that Nigga got food, I'm already saying grace for that Pretty face rats That chase the stack Matter fact, sell they souls Cheaper than what's found on the favor rack Make my bones with the movers n' the shakers Strapped G Rap be back with a criminal empire I own D's like Len Bias Break in the Benz tires It's M.O.B Money Ova Bitches, I been biased Put that work in for certain Just hand me the wrench pliers Hammers blam, I'm a leave em' where I land em' It's power move music, screwin' diva's in the Phantom Ran around on no grounds, went around squeezin' random Down freaks I let em around cheese, if I brand em' Come out with some street shit, that fit for an anthem Make it opposite of handsome for that ransom nigga You know my style [Hook]