We Mobbin

Is there a hater in the room?

Is there a hater in the room?

Is there a hater in the room?

1, 2, 3.

F**k you, niggas, I swear I care about everything but these niggas

Don't pay your child support niggas.

So f**k you, b**ches,

I swear I care about everything but you, b**ches.

You be some hating a** b**ches,

I ain't thinking about y'all b**ches, stuck in my regis hour.

'Cause you're some dick drunk b**ches,

That ni**a lame here ain't getting no b**ches.

Why you worry about these niggas? Got your own sh*t, well, f**k with gold diggers.

P**sy get you stuck, just like honey do

Yeah, that's right, niggas, b**ches getting money too.

I pull over that two seater only to me and a bad b**ch 'cause this is just what I do.

And I'm quick to tell a ni**a "f**k you", move back, dirty money coming through.

'Cause that's a motherf**king pimp, look up in the skies, saw my name on blimp.

'Cause I'm a motherf**king problem, b**ch, you got a grammy, but I come and rob 'em.

Why you retweet me? I won't fight with b**ches that be singing off key, no.