[Intro]
(BOOOKAAH!) Mike! Mike! Mobb!(#NXGGRGANG)
Red Eye Society In this bitch, shout out to the Michael Mafia. I got some real mother fuckers with me, Look
Lets get em

[Hook]
Riding through the Town, my n***as wildin' out
Young n***as gettin' it Mike Trout
Hustle, hustle, hustle thats what we about
MikeMobb.com bitch check it out
We gettin' money Michael Economy
We gettin' money Michael Economy
We gettin' money Michael Economy
We gettin' money Michael Economy

[Verse 1: Aloha Rickie]
I think I'm Mike Economy stackin' chips
25/8 we on some gutter trappin' shit
The squad I'm with will come and snatch ya shit
Moving solutions any problems get to packin' shit
Its an eviction notice
The Town taking over
All of my n***as soldiers
We young Mike Sosas
Just trynna get my cheese
Dont make me have to Mold ya
Making this bread sweet
Like I work for Hostess
Ain't nothing better than
Stacking them dividens
Thank you Jesus, praise god, Amen
Bitch im in the game but I ain't playin'
Got an issue whelp little n***a say some
Ill coach my young n***as to catch you slippin
Pull out them super soakers, squirt, and wet you n***a
I'm stackin cheddar n***a better then you'll ever be
I'm Uptown or Fo Town with them two Bs
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yung Hadda]
Mike Mobb bitch call me Mike Vegas
100 guns 300 clips n***a im dangerous
Can't trust most of these n***as they got 5 faces
But Im a real n***a fly times greatness
Bitch im sky scraping BBG that be the block
Smoked the fuck out on probation whistle if you see the cops
From rags to riches
N***a thats the mission
Im smoking hash prescriptions
Pulling all the baddest bitches
Mollys n***a I need two of those
All that shit they rap about we really do it tho
My lifes a movie or a musical
Money power and finesse thats what I do it fo'
Im riding through my city with a trusted few
Cause n***as get a taste of money and act fuckin' new
I can't fuck with you and I can't fuck with that
Mike Mobb Bennett Block bitch we on the map

[Hook]

[Verse 3: JayR]
N***as start trippin'
Ima put the clip in
I stay blowin' like a fan shop
My swag is so clean like it just got mopped
Making bitches come back to me
N***a thats a tragedy
How I make your bitch come back to me
Trynna get some good D
Yeah she calls me daddy
And rides me like a caddy
Talking to these bitches got them wet like a puddle
Making game plans n***a get in the huddle
All my n***as fuck with real toys
Making real noise
N***as be turnt up fucked up not giving a fuck about a hater
Your bitch yeah I'll take her
She claim you a faker
I'm chasing paper
I'm chasing paper
Fresh clothes, fresh gun, fresh taper
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
Got your bitch in the room and I'm in her tummy