Yukmouth - Its A Mob Campaign lyrics

(Hook) Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it’s a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the b**hes, regime game (Verse 1) Regime game when you see the mob salute Looking for some snow or a rice eater hella cute I’m about counting money hoe it’s not a game Got a bottle of a spade now I just need the rain So you know what that mean you gotta do your thing Walk it out, play a pimp, b**h ain’t nothing changed sponsored links Dragon on my arm, dragon on my chain This is not a ledge, we a f**ing game (Verse 2) I’m a regime mob man , hotter than a lot of men Bust shots make your rit socks make the runner man You want it come and get it man ,b**hes love the f**ing swag Ain’t gotta kid with ‘em but they still call me dad Stick ‘em poe ‘em make ‘em gag n******gs hate the f**ing feds ‘Cause I pop alot of bottles , pop a n***a like a tank You got a dragon on you, and I don’t even know you As this regime life, got you with a dragon stamp (Hook) Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it’s a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the b**hes, regime game (Verse 3) Rock a twin pack, two school white girl Blind bomb shell ,orange county tech a girl Sipping rosay fresh out of for their nose You got that a** shot fierce for them hoes In europeon then in white boy clothes Ice blocks on fingers, ye b**h froze In the club smoking loud, yelling at hoes Taking mile shot spin and drag on the floor (Verse 4) Club down from here to down south I’ma party knock me a b**h and get rich But now your girl is on my zipper Bringing all her friends not knowing that I’ma pimp her I’ma give it to you so what you gonna do Damn I’m ready then my brain I’ma fool with it I’m popping bottles with the fellas like the models The models keep coming give ‘em something, f** that! (Hook) Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it’s a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the b**hes, regime game (Verse 5) Regime mind, peace ain’t low Counting big dough sipping on that act 4 Talking to a hoe metro bare and low Play sh** to the moon I got that kush flow Easy money maker, trap poddy caker See I’m moving fast, quarter back and I’ma raid her Popping bottles all day it ain’t rozay High techs with the seal pushing my stake (Verse 6) Look we’re a dangerous crew, we’re f**ing with banks f**ing with tank, you scared go to church like Mase We got your rock on the rocks, or the ace by the case And these b**hes popping pills, I want one like Drake Hold up, it’s the game, champagne rain With the dragon head rest, checking dough from your main Clear Louie Franks call it day to day Dragon tats, dragon chain, it’s the mob campaign (Hook) Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping b**hes , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it’s a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the b**hes, regime game