M.O.B. - Big Kuntry King

I’m a young black american, riding european whips

Saying hip hop’s a player, how much money I can get

Fuck a car, I’m trying to buy the dealership

You moving one or 2 patch, you ain’t dealing shit

I want my life… life so sweet, make a bad bitch get a lift

No cookie or genie could take in my fortune

No misfortune, just building my fortress

I don’t play around, no I don’t fuck around

I do this for my city I’m trying to hold it down

I’m trying to get my paper so I’ll see you later

All about my riches, money over bitches X 2

My pockets on elephant, life is extravagant

Bad ass madam, and she nasty with some elegance

I’m trying to be filthy rich, so check my diligence

They say if don’t make money, it don’t make no sense

So I set my sense, people swag on arrogance

Now you see how fly boy I can get

All the people choice, that’s why I carry the torch

And every dollar I get, I thank the lord

I don’t play around, no I don’t fuck around

I do this for my city I’m trying to hold it down

I’m trying to get my paper so I’ll see you later

All about my riches, money over bitches X 2

We used to pay the party now club’s paying us

With 50 k deposit… the dough I get retarded

No shit I reach it far

From … down, and fucking cities up

… my flow ugly as hideous

Don’t you know I’m global, you ain’t made it off …

Speaking of philly, you can catch me where meek millie is…

I don’t play around, no I don’t fuck around

I do this for my city I’m trying to hold it down

I’m trying to get my paper so I’ll see you later

All about my riches, money over bitches X 2