Pryde - Mobbin' lyrics

[Intro: DJ Pauly D] Yo, Prizzy, it's Pauly D, you ready to mob out tonight? Yeaaaaaaaaaaah budddy! [Hook: D-Pryde] We feeling like money We feeling like the ish She hanging with the team They be feeling the click now We be steady mobbin' We ain't in the mob though Tell em' that we got it The ain't even on us baby We be steady mobbin', mobbin', mob'mob'mo' mobbin' They be, th-they be feeling the click now We be steady mobbin' We ain't in the mob though Tell em' that we got it The ain't even on us baby [Verse 1: D-Pryde] Young, reckless and broke boy, I rep the North and I'm proud of it Baker chicks in my bakery, they play with me and I pound muffins They used to hate me, but now love it From Houston baby that down under I did this girl, and she's run it back To three other chicks to say "how was it"? I'm great boy, down pat Bro fist, pound that These other rappers is dead wrong So all their feelings are laid out flat I do this here, fashionably late trick Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait, we in the spot Dalmatian My records play in in your stereo Plastic cup with that Arizon' If my voice is too nasally I'll speak to ya'll with my baritone Got the fans going up, cause the videos are playing Vicious like wolves in the freaking Himalayas And my click is in innovative Got the sound, swagged out when your mom's around I swear to god I did it Whipping it down to thorough You be whipping around a Benz, I'm whipping around ya' girl Still conquering all I can, got em' and now I'm good I'm the worlds biggest mistake and Toronto's misunderstood [Hook] [Verse 2: D-Pryde] Dress shirts with some open bu*tons No cash but I'm over stunting Teaspoon me, no Robitussin Your girlfriend, Mom, and your Lola love it Different flavors like Dr.Pepper Making all the rap cats all surrender I have never, I have got to a wrong contender She's like can you fix me? Bob the builder Got my team with me, MARS Gang, and my family, and that's that Got my dream with me, this music thing, and my ambition to get it and stack cash If you wanna hate the music you can now, I really give a rats a** Hotel, her heels of, she Etta James'd me, at last And I ain't gotta hate on the fact that these haters front on me Telling me my ish' can't be real like it really isn't Don't believe my words now, I tell you haters s** on these 100 with my statements, I say this ish' cause I did it What the "FLUACK" is the deal? What the hell are ya'll so impatient with? You're attitude is tight just like my Asian chick get a taste of this I can't wait for the day that my brothers make it Toronto's misunderstood and the industry's underrated [Hook]