Mob Ties

Drake

"Mob Ties" by Drake

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Lyrics: 

Ayy, sick of these niggas (sick)
Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these niggas
Sick of this sh*t, move to the Ritz
Turned out the bitch
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast
S Class, G Class, lotta class
In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah

Sick of these niggas (sick)
Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these niggas
F**k what it was, it is what it is
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)

I f**k with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that-
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that

Ayy, sick of these niggas
Sick of these niggas
Hire some help
Get rid of these niggas
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a da-da
My bitch in Chanel now
Your bitch in the Prada (sick, sick, sick)

Yeah, and they shook
Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (nah)
Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (shh)
29 is comin', they on edge when I cook (cook)
Lead the league in scorin' man, but look at my assists (shh)
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (yeah)
I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah)
Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist)
Yeah, I can tell
I just gave them two for $40 million like Chappelle (two)
Standing over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two)
Heard you hit up so and so that name don't ring a bell

Sick of these niggas (sick)
Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these niggas
I'm sick of this sh*t (sick, sick)
I'm runnin' a blitz
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)

I f**k with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that-
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that


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Chart History

Chart DatePosition
2018-07-1413
2018-07-2128
2018-07-2843
2018-08-0453
2018-08-1164
2018-08-1894
2018-08-2599
2018-09-0895

Peak Position: #13
Number of Weeks on Chart: 8