Jay-r - Michael Economy lyrics

[Intro] (BOOOKAAH!) Mike! Mike! Mobb!(#NXGGRGANG) Red Eye Society In this b**h, shout out to the Michael Mafia. I got some real mother f**ers with me, Look Lets get em [Hook] Riding through the Town, my n***as wildin' out Young n***as gettin' it Mike Trout Hustle, hustle, hustle thats what we about MikeMobb.com b**h check it out We gettin' money Michael Economy We gettin' money Michael Economy We gettin' money Michael Economy We gettin' money Michael Economy [Verse 1: Aloha Rickie] I think I'm Mike Economy stackin' chips 25/8 we on some gutter trappin' sh** The squad I'm with will come and snatch ya sh** Moving solutions any problems get to packin' sh** Its an eviction notice The Town taking over All of my n***as soldiers We young Mike Sosas Just trynna get my cheese Dont make me have to Mold ya Making this bread sweet Like I work for Hostess Ain't nothing better than Stacking them dividens Thank you Jesus, praise god, Amen b**h im in the game but I ain't playin' Got an issue whelp little n***a say some Ill coach my young n***as to catch you slippin Pull out them super soakers, squirt, and wet you n***a I'm stackin cheddar n***a better then you'll ever be I'm Uptown or Fo Town with them two Bs [Hook] [Verse 2: Yung Hadda] Mike Mobb b**h call me Mike Vegas 100 guns 300 clips n***a im dangerous Can't trust most of these n***as they got 5 faces But Im a real n***a fly times greatness b**h im sky scraping BBG that be the block Smoked the f** out on probation whistle if you see the cops From rags to riches n***a thats the mission Im smoking hash prescriptions Pulling all the baddest b**hes Mollys n***a I need two of those All that sh** they rap about we really do it tho My lifes a movie or a musical Money power and finesse thats what I do it fo' Im riding through my city with a trusted few Cause n***as get a taste of money and act f**in' new I can't f** with you and I can't f** with that Mike Mobb Bennett Block b**h we on the map [Hook] [Verse 3: JayR] n***as start trippin' Ima put the clip in I stay blowin' like a fan shop My swag is so clean like it just got mopped Making b**hes come back to me n***a thats a tragedy How I make your b**h come back to me Trynna get some good D Yeah she calls me daddy And rides me like a caddy Talking to these b**hes got them wet like a puddle Making game plans n***a get in the huddle All my n***as f** with real toys Making real noise n***as be turnt up f**ed up not giving a f** about a hater Your b**h yeah I'll take her She claim you a faker I'm chasing paper I'm chasing paper Fresh clothes, fresh gun, fresh taper I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money Got your b**h in the room and I'm in her tummy