Jay Lucci - C.M.O.B. Lyrics

Lock my self in the studio (studio)

And stay away from these groupie hoes (groupie hoes)

For some reason I don't trust a soul

Im just focused on tryna stay focused (stay focused)

Until I die it's Cash Money over bitches (bitches)

It's Cash Money over bitches (bitches)

Everybody want attention I just want a briefcase





And my sheets silk (sheets silk)

She get dicked and then she get sent

(get sent)

I don't miss her these bitches a have you missing (missing) or kilt these bitches is sick they're stop you from getting rich

Stop envying the boy cause your engine couldn't start I'm playing the game smart they praying for me to fall

Hatred in your heart I don't hate you I hope you starve a paper chasing boy

A wraith ain't far a fetch If I chase it it'll come

I ain't saying that's what I want (what I want)

My taste is more of a Bentley coupe

The laser go boom a damage you like insurance and lord we been threw it was charged with distribution (bution) the lord was with me I was a Juve (juve) and boy I'm real like jewelry (jewelry)

I saw it clear into the future (future)

Pick your side with the lord or Lucifer





Lock my self in the studio (studio)

And stay away from these groupie hoes (groupie hoes)

For some reason I don't trust a soul

Im just focused on tryna stay focused (stay focused)

Until I die it's Cash Money over bitches (bitches)

It's Cash Money over bitches (bitches)

Everybody want attention I just want a briefcase





And you ain't safe

And these days you can't trust your teammates (teammates)

Call the lord and he'll save you

(he'll save you)

And on blood I ain't with that he say shit that shit cliche

Okay them niggas gone hate

But we ain't tripping it's f*ck em

I be sipping on gtv with the stick in duffel

And man these bitches is pretty but I think money look better

And I be popping prescriptions I'm feeling write like a letter (a letter)

I'm so gone that hypnotic and henny be on point call that the hulk

And I don't smoke blunts I'll out smoke you on them cones

I lust but I don't love her

I bust but not in her

The pop been bubbling up (bubbling up)

Season all I'm saucy season off they salty

They seasonal and we all year around

I'm ball playing Stojaković Balmain or joggers target the problem and solved it





Lock my self in the studio (studio)

And stay away from these groupie hoes (groupie hoes)

For some reason I don't trust a soul

Im just focused on tryna stay focused (stay focused)

Until I die it's Cash Money over bitches (bitches)

It's Cash Money over bitches (bitches)

Everybody want attention I just want a briefcase