เนื้อเพลง We Mobbin' - K. Michelle

Is there a hater in the room? Is there a hater in the room?
Is there a hater in the room?
1, 2, 3.

F*ck you, n*ggas, I swear I care about everything but these n*ggas
Don't pay your child support n*ggas.

So f*ck you, b*tches, I swear I care about everything but you, b*tches.
You be some hating ass b*tches, I ain't thinking about y'all b*tches, stuck in my regis hour.
'Cause you're some d*ck drunk b*tches, that n*gga lame here ain't getting no b*tches.

Why you worry about these n*ggas? Got your own sh*t, well, f*ck with gold diggers.

P*ssy get you stuck, just like honey do
Yeah, that's right, n*ggas, b*tches getting money too.
I pull over that two seater only to me and a bad b*tch 'cause this is just what I do.

And I'm quick to tell a n*gga "f*ck you", move back, dirty money coming through.
'Cause that's a motherf*cking pimp, look up in the skies, saw my name on blimp.
'Cause I'm a motherf*cking problem, b*tch, you got a grammy, but I come and rob 'em.
Why you retweet me? I won't fight with b*tches that be singing off key, no.