Steady Mobbin (feat. Gucci Mane) - Young Money

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town

Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo 21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco Peso, euro, all about dinero Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo Guwop, call me Pablo Box-load of bricks with a bar code I could cook a duece something with a blindfold Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed Pablo life, got them Pablo prices And I'm keeping steady, so I'm Pablo icy And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo It's silver or lead yeah, that's my motto Young Scooter, my vato, Ferrari, my auto Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lottoMoney stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Extendos, cinnamon rolls, Pillsbury big biscuits 7 .62s, and 5 .56s Telling is prohibited, snitches witness Turn a blind eye and a deaf ear You probably want to mind your business Act like you can't see or hear A-tisket, a-tasket Now the fuck nigga in the casket My money stretch like elastic Serving that tragic magic That nasal candy, that nostril dust You don't really want to go to war with us Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Bringing in work in U-Haul trucks Got more bags than Kris Kringle (Santa) Puffing on a spliff of Bullwinkle (spinach) Manipulate a broad with the lingo (slang) She let me hit it we ain't even have to mingle (game) All up in her panties like a single Put it down like I'm Mandingo (beat 'em) Having my chips like Reno (feddy) Guns longer than the neck on a flamingo (thumpers) If you're ready already, then you ain't gotta get ready I'm out here selling that Becky, bout my chalupa, my fetti Hoping the law don't catch me grittin' out here pushing that white Serving fiends, smoking out of homemade pipes I'm a thug from the mud, I've got the block in my blood I'll take the top off the bottle and drink up all of the suds Down and dirty bout mine, I'll put some cheese on your thoughts Some bread on your head, no matter the cost, my... Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo My big brother, the dope man 5 straps like Bruh Man It's Pablo and the pimp man Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam Fuck niggas be like "aw man" Cause we young niggas and we getting it And y'all niggas is jealous Cause y'all niggas ain't getting shit I say yes, nigga, indeed I dress better than I read Shine gold teeth when I chief Pick your eyes up when I speak Got that big ranch, real horses Y'all niggas blue cheese Only talk big money, with real niggas Y'all niggas too cheap, Pablo! Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo