Chris Brown — Mob With It

[Intro] K-K-K-K-K-Mac [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Bitch, I'm in the buildin', guarantee that it's an emergency Stompin' like a stampede, so I know you bitches heard of me I'm straight from Virginia, but this ain't common courtesy Fuck your feelings, I take your feelings' virginity Million dollars for a show, got a nigga ballin' I think my phone tapped 'cause my money steady callin' Every other day, I'm in and out the office And my soup killin' niggas, need a fuckin' coffin I'm bossin', if I gotta take it off, I'm a warrior Known for buyin' big shit, call me notorious Kill that pussy, ain't no secret, I'm victorious With all these Columbianas and Eva Longoria, haha Now I done made a million down in Cancún I keep shittin' on niggas, need a bathroom I got my yacht in the water If it's sharks in the water It don't matter, I'm killin' 'em with this harpoon Ha, these niggas, they ain't my friends They party with me, party with me But at the same time, they tryna fuck my bitch And I don't care 'bout them fuck niggas Never get on my high horse Ain't ride out with these fuck niggas This life I got, I die for it [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall] Oh dawg, for this shit, man, I swear to God All my niggas in the club, we about to mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) If you on the floor, nigga, better have a mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) All of my niggas runnin' deep, we a fuckin' mob We mobbin' (Mobbin') We mobbin' (Mobbin') Holla at us if you want that problem [Verse 2: Kevin McCall] First niggas was ballin', now we slam dunkin' Arms out of school like I'm ridin' in the bunky That's C Breezy with it, he pushin' my shit We swapped them out, just like we do the bitches New to this, I hear they blowin' money like a swisher Used to be on county, now my taxes six figures Said my dick conceited, can my head get any bigger? Then I told her to lick it and blow it, just like it's a swisher I'm that nigga, I'm that fuckin' nigga Is that your baby mama? She gon' need a baby sitter 'Cause once I get her, I'ma be all up in her You fuck with the tip, then I'ma eat her like she dinner Californication got a nigga faded I see why a pussy nigga and the bitch related Too sweet, soft nigga, I'ma call you Danish I know you see this camera section, bitch, a nigga famous Girl, I better kill that pussy like a vet Not like veteran, but I mean veterinarian, I kill the cat If you a paper chaser, I got them racks on top of racks Shake your money maker, I got a hunnid K-K-K-K-K-Mac [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall] Oh dawg, for this shit, man, I swear to God All my niggas in the club, we about to mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) If you on the floor, nigga, better have a mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) All of my niggas runnin' deep, we a fuckin' mob We mobbin' (Mobbin') We mobbin' (Mobbin') Holla at us if you want that problem