Mob Talk (feat. Fillmoe Rocky) - Young Bari, J Roc & Good Compenny

(Ol broke ass nigga dont talk to me Dont talk to me Dont talk to me Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me) Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me I dont wanna talk boy you sound like the feds Remember i was broke i was tryina get some bread Shawty left me on read Now she gives me head Swerving through the traffic like torreto in the vet Baby i aint got time for a broke ass bitch If the credit aint good then i just cant hit Boy i just cant miss Sniper w the aim I dont wanna talk to these niggas cuz they lame We be in this bitch piped up Only gushers in the rello when we light up Boy you know that im a player put your wife up If you playing with the gang get you knocked off Choppa sweep you off your feet knock your socks off Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me We going stupid Got them pissed off Fucked a bad bitch got her criss crossed This aint NSYNC but she went bye-bye Turn a dyke bitch into a bye bitch Im a fly nigga On a flight nigga I dont try hard When i pipe nigga Wipe your nose Slime you out From the equation We cancel out Send them stick boys To your house Niggas fishy like a trout Hitting home runs like im trout Dont need a bitch Gotta bounce Broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me (Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me Ol broke ass bitch dont talk to me If you aint getting to the money dont talk to me I dont wanna talk Bitch dont talk to me Heard you talking to them folks dont talk to me)

I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Fuckin' on that bitch and I know it's wrong Wifey walked in and she found that thong She talk to my dick like an intercom Then smoke that dick up just like it's a bong I ain't gon' lie, this the realest song Head ebola, get my glisten on Trap love gettin' it and on But I know it's wrong I know that it's wrong so don't buy brick I speak to the Lord, don't ignore me White model bitch doin' cocaine Layin' her out in the hallway Double strappin' on a ratchet bitch So she don't take me to Maury Man I done lost me a classy bitch Perccy, you stand in the hallway Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Feel like I'm stuck in a maze My bitches lookin' amazed Now she is goin' so crazy She caught me cheatin' today Eyelashes all on my bed Texts I didn't erase Now she comin' at my head Thought I'd never see the day Shouldn't have never been with them other broads And now I left my girl with another scar Sometimes I take advantage just 'cause I'm a star I know it's wrong so I'm on my knees prayin' to God Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong

Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming All the hoes that you call are not coming She know if she not fucking, she truckin' All of the bitches I fuck are not common Guaranteed if I fuck her she cumming If I'm in the room please don't come in I beat the pussy like it need production And all she want from me is reproduction (Gotta ask) "Why'd she leave her husband?" Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing Talkin' 'bout "it's gon' be repercussions!" I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up Got like three concussions Do you know what you in for? They copy copy like 10-4 Keep the money 'cause I been poor All your jewelry like tin foil Please don't tell your friends where we shopping at I swear this shit gon' turn into an in-store (straight up) Fuck you need another man for? Talking to her like a mentor Talking to her like a nigga Yoda And she say "I love you", I'm like "Hold up, hold up, hold up" Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) (Hit her, hit her with the back up) Back up (colder) shoulder Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Now every time we in this bitch You acting like you owe me favors Acting like you with the shits But fronting on the homies later Look, I could tell you're under pressure, baby time to ease up Young and living single, like your roommate Khadijah My apologies, why I gotta be Misogynistic every time we kick it Every time I visit something's different And every time I leave you know you miss it Don't be crying on my shoulder every time I'm coming over Talking 'bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin Sex game had her going crazy Now I got her ass calling all the time And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom' Driving down my street like it's the Autobahn Getting loud, setting off the car alarms Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming