[Verse 1: MO3]
Got it on lock, real n***a made it to the top
Why they wanna change on me?
Looking like a lick
Watch cost a buck, damn brick
All these goddamn chains on me
Don't make no sense, real street n***a made it out
Got-got a lot of change on me
Ain’t worried bout a opp
I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me

[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
When I mop wit it, mop wit it
F&N imma keep the Glock with me
I'm talking bout a stick in a house wit it
Whole lotta money on the couch wit it
Mop wit it mop wit it
Count a lot of dough i'm at the top n***a
Underlay underlay I keep a k
Fuck around get your ass mopped n***a

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Southside mop wit it (mop wit it), mop wit it (mop wit it)
Everybody out here got a Glock wit me
Everybody got it in their hand, everybody ready to mob
A n***a mama, whole house wit me
Southside mop wit it, mop wit it
Shining cold on these n***as like a icicle
I turn your minivan n***a to a bicycle
Moral to the story, i just mopped that bitch ass n***a
Imma mop a n***a up fore’ a n***a mop me
Hope they love me like Cole when a n***a stop me
Cop killers in this bitch this a mop machine
M16 its a mop machine
Lil bitch we on top
I fall asleep counting up the money
It's too much I can't fit it in the vault
I don't even wanna answer the phone
I'm like 'leave me alone'
'Cause I’m shittin’ on these n***as right now
South south side mop wit it (thug life) mop wit it (thug life)
Thuggin' lil n***a gon’ pop wit me
If he getting a little money go get more money
You gon' be like me in the drop n***a
Hot boy hot wit it (Boosie Badazz) i'm hot wit it (hot wit it)
I'm up now n***a talking sky limit
The question is dawg when he gone’ fall off
I ain't falling off till I get mopped n***a, it's on lock
[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
Got it on lock, real n***a made it to the top
Why they wanna change on me?
Looking like a lick
Watch cost a buck, damn brick
All these goddamn chains on me
Don't make no sense real street n***a made it out
Got a lot of change on me
I ain't worried bout a opp
I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me
When i mop wit it, mop wit it
F&N on me keep the Glock with me
I'm talkin' bout a stick in the house wit it
Whole lotta money on the couch wit it
Mop wit it, mop wit it
Count a lot of dough i'm at the top n***a
(Yeah) underlay underlay i keep a k
Fuck around get your ass mopped n***a

[Verse 3: MO3]
Look, look mop wit it, mop wit, mop wit it, mop wit it
North Dallas n***a movin' rocks wit it (for real yeah)
Forest Lane bitch i brought the block wit me
Stolen crook shit 30 bands and a Glock n***a, stop n***a
Mop wit em
Hundred round drum on the chop n***a, you'll get got n***a
Chop a n***a block up, put a opp in a box n***a
Got a lot of guap, this batch jumpin' out the pot n***a, my n***a
My n***as, ride wit em
40 and be thuggin' outside wit it
In a party i be shining like a light switch
All these chains got me lookin' like a light n***a
I'ma make em lean wit it, rock wit it
'Cause i'm hot right now get the ice n***a, woo
Northside n***as gon' mop wit it
Southside n***as do the mop n***a, mop wit it

[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz]
Got it on lock, real n***a made it to the top
Why they wanna change on me?
Looking like a lick
Watch cost a buck, damn brick
All these goddamn chains on me
Don't make no sense real street n***a made it out
Got a lot of change on me
I ain't worried bout a opp
I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me
When I mop wit it, mop wit it
F&N on me keep the Glock with me
I'm talkin' bout a stick in the house wit it
Whole lotta money on the couch wit it
Mop wit it, mop wit it
Count a lot of dough i'm at the top n***a
Underlay underlay I keep a k
Fuck around get your ass mopped n***a