Letra Its a mob campaign Yukmouth

Its a mob campaign

Featuring Dru Down ,T lew , Rahmean , Kuzzo Fly , Lee Majors

(Hook)
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign
Smoking champalle in a champagne race
Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
Leave with all the bitches, regime game

(Verse 1)
Regime game when you see the mob salute
Looking for some snow or a rice eater hella cute
I'm about counting money hoe it's not a game
Got a bottle of a spade now I just need the rain
So you know what that mean you gotta do your thing
Walk it out, play a pimp, bitch ain't nothing changed
Dragon on my arm, dragon on my chain
This is not a ledge, we a fucking game

(Verse 2)
I'm a regime mob man , hotter than a lot of men
Bust shots make your rit socks make the runner man
You want it come and get it man ,bitches love the fucking swag
Ain't gotta kid with 'em but they still call me dad
Stick 'em poe 'em make 'em gag
Niggers hate the fucking feds
'Cause I pop alot of bottles , pop a nigga like a tank
You got a dragon on you, and I don't even know you
As this regime life, got you with a dragon stamp

(Hook)
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign
Smoking champalle in a champagne race
Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
Leave with all the bitches, regime game

(Verse 3)
Rock a twin pack, two school white girl
Blind bomb shell ,orange county tech a girl
Sipping rosay fresh out of for their nose
You got that ass shot fierce for them hoes
In europeon then in white boy clothes
Ice blocks on fingers, ye bitch froze
In the club smoking loud, yelling at hoes
Taking mile shot spin and drag on the floor

(Verse 4)
Club down from here to down south
I'ma party knock me a bitch and get rich
But now your girl is on my zipper
Bringing all her friends not knowing that I'ma pimp her
I'ma give it to you so what you gonna do
Damn I'm ready then my brain I'ma fool with it
I'm popping bottles with the fellas like the models
The models keep coming give 'em something, fuck that!

(Hook)
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign
Smoking champalle in a champagne race
Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
Leave with all the bitches, regime game

(Verse 5)
Regime mind, peace ain't low
Counting big dough sipping on that act 4
Talking to a hoe metro bare and low
Play shit to the moon I got that kush flow
Easy money maker, trap poddy caker
See I'm moving fast, quarter back and I'ma raid her
Popping bottles all day it ain't rozay
High techs with the seal pushing my stake

(Verse 6)
Look we're a dangerous crew, we're fucking with banks
Fucking with tank, you scared go to church like Mase
We got your rock on the rocks, or the ace by the case
And these bitches popping pills, I want one like Drake
Hold up, it's the game, champagne rain
With the dragon head rest, checking dough from your main
Clear Louie Franks call it day to day
Dragon tats, dragon chain, it's the mob campaign

(Hook)
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne
We do our damn thing, regime game
Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign
Smoking champalle in a champagne race
Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing
Leave with all the bitches, regime game