Mob wit ya boy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am][F]
[Am]Mob[Dm]
[Am]bin' like a motherfucker
slidin' [Dm]through[Am][Dm]
[Am]Mobbed with your boy,
everything chromed out
[Dm]Heads gon' turn every time he roll out
My, [Am]my, but your boy,
everything crumbed out
Paint[Dm]s, they ain't drippin',
they ain't chasin' no [Am]clout
I got the fattest, I can push it
Cattle, I can push it
I'm [Dm]the motherfucker that
get all that good pussy
I spit [Am]raw in the game
All boss in the game
Me and [Dm]money go together like a
straw and a cane
And I'm [Am]often in
Maine, right there by
Connecticut
[Dm]Man, I got a bitch and she
teaches good etiquette
[Am]Serving her the medicine, dick,
get some bubblegum
[Dm]Bang your boy, bash, get around,
here's another one
[Am]Out in
Chi -Town with a boatload of ass
Take me [Dm]to the strip club,
give me a boatload of cash
And her [Am]throat goes to bash late
night with her girlfriend
Get[Dm]tin' high as fuck,
take her hip off my pearl pin
[Am]Mobbin' like a motherfucker,
slidin' through
[Dm]Mob bin' like a motherfucker,
slidin' through
[Am]Mob bin' like a motherfucker,
slidin' through
[Dm]Mobbin' like a motherfucker,
slidin' through
[Am]Mob with your boy,
everything chromed out
[Dm]Heads gon' turn every time he roll out
My, [Am]my butcher boy,
everything crumbed out
[Dm]Paint stains drippin',
ain't chasin' no clout
[Am]Higher than the moon, I could sleep till noon I done [Dm]ate a mushroom,
hotter than the month of
June
[Am]iTunes payment, niggas can't fake me
[Dm]Woke up today and said thanks for
Ben
Franklin
[Am]Lucky
Lou and
Badge
Time, nigga gang, gang
[Dm]We get older but our hoes
stay the same age
[Am]Shoulda seen the model that I
knocked last night
[Dm]Front teeth brighter than a cop flashlight
[Am]Old school playa,
I don't rock with them simps
Or [Dm]the seafood tower,
hella lobster and shrimps
[Am]These leather seats got
a air conditioner in em
Mob[Dm]bin' to the money,
niggas hate but I don't hear em
Mob[Am]bin' like a motherfucker
slidin' through
Mob[Dm]bin' like a motherfucker
slidin' through
Mob[Am]bin' like a motherfucker
slidin' through
Mob[Dm]bin' like a motherfucker
slidin' through
[Am]Mob with your boy,
everything chromed [Dm]out
Heads gon' turn every
time he roll out
[Am]Mobbed with your boy,
everything chromed out
[Dm]Paint stain drippin',
ain't chasin' no [Am]cloud[F][Am][Dm]
[Am][Dm]
[Am][Dm]
you