We The Mob

[Young Cash:]
See, me dawg?
I'm trying to be on MTV, dawg.
But I ain't paid rent and haven't ate in weeks, dawg.
Sweet Tea Mob, we the hardest, ya'll soft,
But it's hard to write songs when a nigga lights off.
I'm Big Virgil, that's Light Skin, that's Big Uzi.
When w become rap stars, we'll star in all the movies.
I'll have a mansion in the Hamptons by P-Diddy,
500 million copies laughing at that nigga Fifty.
I'll be so rich, all my cars will be new ones,
If I feel like it, I might buy a couple humans.
Call Doela Man, tell him bring some weed around,
No more 5 dollar sacks, I buy it by the pound.
Graduated from Dickies and Chuck Taylor's, dawg,
Now I wear Gucci suits and Alligators, dawg.
I might buy a house on Mars, now I know you're jealous,
Because my homeboys like "How's Earth, fellas?"

[Chorus: T-Pain]
We the thrillest, the truest and the realest
I'm-a peel this cap until these niggas feel this motherfucker!
We hustle, we grind and we solemnly swear
To never give a hoe a dime, dime.
Understand I'm the man where I'm from
I'm-a rep my city 'til I'm done Motherfucker!

[Young Cash:]
Yeaaaah
We flyin' on them private jets
I'm so tired I had too much groupie sex
We do a state wide tour, so now what's next?
We hittin' places where they speak-a no ingles
Then we back in South Florida in Miami
On south beach tannin' with my Grammy
Bought a Caddie for everyone in my family
The Mob tight like The Jacksons, Michael, Tito and Randy,
I'm a go out a legend with plenty benjies
Considered one of the best like Pac and Biggie
Sweet Tea Mob, yeah we run Florida
If I don't win the battle of the trill in ATL Georgia

[T-Pain:]
We the trillest, the truest and the realest
I'm-a peel this cap until these niggas feel this motherfucker!
We hustle, we grind and we solemnly swear
To never give a hoe a dime, dime
Understand I'm the man where I'm from
I'm-a rep my city 'til I'm done Motherfucker!