Zoey Dollaz - Move Like the Mob (feat. Young Thug & Lil Durk) Lyrics

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]I don't give a fuck about niggasI don't give a fuck about bitchesYoung nigga want this moneyYeah a young nigga gon' get itBitch I move like the mobBitch I move like the mobBitch I move like the mobYeah nigga, we the mobI don't give a fuck about niggasI don't give a fuck about bitchesYoung nigga want this moneyYeah a young nigga gon' get itBitch I move like the mobBitch I move like the mobBitch I move like the mobWhole gang, we the mob[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]Yeah nigga, we the mobBroke bitch get a jobFuck nigga stop hatingI put a hole in your topYou ain't nothing like the gang niggaFuck niggas want to bang with usKeep playin', get your head poppedYour body drop when the leg popNaw nigga, this is real lifeWe ain't just talkin' hip hopBitch I look like a godThis lame nigga he a fraud300K on the foreignYeah bitch, that's a houseNiggas tough on the internetIn person they quiet like mouseI fuck your bitch in the mouthHad them shooters laying on your houseWhen them shots get to hit your stomachYou gon' hold that shit like a pouchBoom, you gon' hold that shit like a pouchYeah nigga we the mobWatch what's comin' out your mouthBitch, look at my carsBitch, look at my broadLot of racks on my squadBitch, look at the garageLet's have us a menageLet's look at these heartsGot a lot of money, on godBleedin' no bandage, on godIce on froze, unthawDice shootin' dice on your boyPivot, long socks, young bossDroptop Phantom, living largeDroptop talkin' to the godGot a new panoramic for the Porsche[Verse 2: Young Thug]Bitch, look at my carsBitch, look at my broadLot of racks on my squadBitch, look at the garageLet's have us a menageLet's look at these heartsGot a lot of money, on godBleedin' no bandage, on godIce on froze, unthawDice shootin' dice on your boyPivot, long socks, young bossDroptop Phantom, living largeDroptop talkin' to the godGot a new panoramic for the Porsche[Verse 3: Lil Durk]I fuck with the gang, I be with the rodsI fuck with the mob, my killers be robbin'These rappers is targets, the plug's a targetYou police, you sorryI put my guns in apartmentsWe run a train on your BMAnd she be all in my DMYou stomp 'em out in some weak TimbsYou know what it is when we see himHeadshot, boy you test meWe in Miami on jet skisHairpin trigger, don't test theseRich nigga had a shootout in a Bentley