Mob Ties Lyrics By Drake
Aye, sick of these **** (Sick)
I'm sick of these **** (Sick, sick)
Hire some help
Get rid of these ****
Sick of this shit
Move to the Ritz
Turned out the bitch (Hey)
It is what it is, yeah
GLE 'cause that Lambo' movin' fast (Skrrt)
S-Class, G-Class, lot of class
In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrrt, skrrt)
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
I'm sick of these **** (Sick)
I'm sick of these **** (Sick, sick)
Hire some help
Get rid of these ****
Fuck what it was
It is what it is
Whatever you did
It is what it is
And I'm so tired (Tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta 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 shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, aye
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, aye
It's too late for all that, aye
Sick of these ****
I'm sick of these ****
Hire some help
Get rid of these ****
I'm not with the rah-rah
I am a Dada
My bitch in Chanel now
Your bitch in Escada
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Yeah, and they shook
Please don't let 'em fool ya, I don't care how they look (No)
Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (Shh)
Twenty nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (Cook)
Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my assists
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 gotta do it, they insist (They insist)
Yeah, I could tell
I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (Two)
Standin' over coffin with a hammer and nail (Two)
Heard you hit up so-and-so, that name don't ring a bell
Nah, sick of these **** (Sick)
Hire some help
Get rid of these ****
I'm sick of this shit (Sick, sick)
I'm runnin' a blitz (Aye)
Whatever you did (Aye)
It is what it is
And I'm so tired (Tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta 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 shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, aye
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, aye
It's too late for all that
