Mobile Pro - R & C lyrics

[Hook: Mobile Pro] Hanging out in the fifth dimension With Whoopy Goldberg just smoking blunts Same rules I mean no change I've been macking hoes since sixth grade (x4) [Verse: Mobile Pro] Cut through a couple pounds I'm riding down the block Roll away with a pack of hounds I'm jacking out the stock Gotta watch up on my mind Business tricks, I'm finna flip Hundred trillion, million dollars Sitting right up on the tip R&C up on the screen Roll my life and smoke my dreams Got a couple weeks to live Swear to god I'm bout to leave Make this money while I can Moon is waiting up on me Stars are waving up at me I got your b**h up in my sheets I'm prime as f** Rolling deep up in the sea High as hell up in the clouds Swear to god I'm bout to leave Getting tired of these folks Getting tired of the breeze Push my bu*tons, take my soul Cut me like you cut a tree R&C up on the screen Roll my life and smoke my dreams Got a couple weeks to live Swear to god I'm bout to leave Trapped forever in a limbo Always ridin in a lambo Living life on my Nintendo Popping shots just like I'm Rambo Screaming like a b**h You're like a bunch of dogs that bark You can't touch me You can't phase me I don't even wanna start I'm so sick of all these fiends Your girl she my number three I went on and took her dreams I twist her swift and she will bleed And this the best sh** you ever heard You tryna call your girl And I'm like b**h, just close the 'curns Close your phone b**h open your legs We taking turns Life ain't fair sh** it's clear But the tables turn [Hook: Mobile Pro]