Music for the Mob chords by Dave East
Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Em
Keys like pianos,
I breeze in my camos
Mob style something like
banana or soprano
Never tellin',
I can hold water like a camel
Stay out of the way,
I like leadin' by example
Attention span short,
so I gotta change the channel
Wake up on the beach
like a freak in some sandals
Last night I gave a model
more than she can handle
I done lost count of all the bitches
C
I done ran through
Em
Start a snap, cap, dime me,
yeah, hold my pants up
Five shots went in his face
soon as he ran up
Niggas is comedians,
so I'ma make him stand up
Writin rhymes in class,
I never had my hand up
Before I wrote a song,
was grindin' to get my grands up
Black Flyin' spurted a block
to pick my mans up
G's all around me,
I'm not the nigga to jam up
Shootin' in your face,
C
Em
it's best that you put a hand up
Down pieces on the covers
like Ebony
Maybelline model on the
hills out in Beverly
Elegant flow like Belafonte
Bellagio blue 3000, I'm young Andre
Sick of appetizers,
bout time for the entree
Sickest nigga spittin' it,
talkin' cause I'm livin' it
College flow, book bag,
zip lock, a straight kush
Couple pulls, got a nigga
C
Em
stuck like a great book
You only follow him,
rules don't apply to him
Tom Ford shades, golf shirt,
Louie moccasins
Toxic with the flow, stop and I'ma go
Greek connect on deck,
I'm Proposition Joe
The X make them bitches bounce,
Earl Manigault
You in the way, I found a shortcut,
Amber Rose
You can't touch this, yeah,
I got a hammer flow
C
You're choked in the prison library
Em
like D 'Angelo
Watching the wire,
never stopping the fire
These niggas ain't riding,
somebody popping
They tired of 100%, hater proof
Trunk, I'm like Ray Carouf Nino and G
Money style,
how I used to play the roof
I don't need a gun, hang a nigga,
I can make a noose
Am
Em
Houston flow, pouring up,
listening to Trader Truth
Stomach shot,
lookin' like he spittin' up tomato soup
Stackin' up, waitin' for the
C
Maybach to make a coup
Em
Top floor, Trump plans in
a sweet black suit
Loud pack, Stacey Adams on my feet
Feelin' like a boss,
I chattin' with a freak
Fireplace, light the blunt
in a cabin near the creek
I show no mercy,
I'm attackin' every beat
With my shorty out in Cali,
thug passion on repeat
Niggas ain't go to college,
got they masters in the street
Don't pay attention to haters,
C
I'm laughing because I'm East
Em
Ha ha ha, uh Dave, that is
Ha ha ha
They know the name
Uh, NFL NYC
Let's get it
Uh, them on
Music for the mile Uh
They know it
C
DJ Rockstar
Music for the Mob
Dave East
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