Mob Ties Lyrics - Drake

Ayy, sick of these niggas (sick) 

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) 

Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (skrr) 

Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz 

Turned out the bitch (ayy) 

It is what it is, yeah 

GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast (skrr) 

S Class, G Class, lotta class (sss, sss) 

In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (skrr, skrr) 

Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah 

Sick of these niggas (sick) 

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) 

Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (grr) 

Fuck what it was, it is what it is 

Whatever you did, it is what it is 

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And I'm so tired (tired) 

I fuck with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the ties) 

Knock you off to pay their tithes (oh) 

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, ayy 

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, ayy 

It's too late for all that 

Ayy, sick of these niggas 

Sick of these niggas 

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas 

I'm not with the ra-ra, I am a Dada 

My bitch in Chanel now 

Your bitch in Escada (sick, sick, sick, sick) 

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Yeah, and they shook 

Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (nah) 

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 (shh) 

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 got to do it, they insist (they insist) 

Yeah, I can tell 

I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (two) 

Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two) 

Heard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell, nah 

Sick of these niggas (sick) 

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas 

I'm sick of this shit (sick, sick) 

I'm runnin' a blitz (ayy) 

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, ayy 

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, ayy 

It's too late for all that