WE MOBBIN - K. Michelle
Is there a hater in the room?
Is there a hater in the room?
Is there a hater in the room?
1, 2, 3.
F**k you, niggas, I swear I care about everything but these niggas
Don't pay your child support niggas.
So f**k you, b**ches,
I swear I care about everything but you, b**ches.
You be some hating a** b**ches,
I ain't thinking about y'all b**ches, stuck in my regis hour.
'Cause you're some dick drunk b**ches,
That ni**a lame here ain't getting no b**ches.
Why you worry about these niggas? Got your own sh*t, well, f**k with gold diggers.
P**sy get you stuck, just like honey do
Yeah, that's right, niggas, b**ches getting money too.
I pull over that two seater only to me and a bad b**ch 'cause this is just what I do.
And I'm quick to tell a ni**a"f**k you", move back, dirty money coming through.
'Cause that's a motherf**king pimp, look up in the skies, saw my name on blimp.
'Cause I'm a motherf**king problem, b**ch, you got a grammy, but I come and rob 'em.
Why you retweet me? I won't fight with b**ches that be singing off key, no.
