Bob - Ready lyrics

[Intro: Future]

Apply major pressure my nigga

You heard me?

[Hook: Future]

Money on my mind, plane taking off that shit

Nigga got five different iPhone’s only picking up for that grip

Any time they come around here nigga we ain’t gonna let up on you pussy niggas

We just get ready

We just get ready

Any time they come around here nigga we ain’t gonna let up on you pussy niggas

We just get ready

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

It’s Ray Bans, and free bands, we getting money,

While you hating, we somewhere in our Abu Dhabi

With Arabians, and G5, where my posse at?

Its outrageous, on that good Jamaican

That’s right I’m too faded, you two shaded

I’m too greedy with two ladies

Excellence im azuberated

I finna smash like two potatoes

I dont give a fuck, not even two maybes

I turn up on niggas like rude a bands

I do it daily, I do it daily

That’s my swag, you should pay me

Aint that the truth? this my whip aint that the coupe

Hustle Gang aint that the squad

That bitch actin’ like you gotta prove

While they out here catchin feelings, I’mma catch a flight to ..

I just give her major pressure while she gave me major woooo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

Okay

Anything they wanna do, hell yeah Im ready for it

Sexy bitch just throw that back, hell yeah she ready for it

They thought that the boy was stupid, now my shit they checkin’ for it

And your girl she addicted to it, I think that ho need metaphor

All I heard is that boy a pop

All I heard is that boy a not

Top 5 on any list, but I moved up about five slots

Some pass one, high as fuck

I don’t see nigga til I look down

Just turned my crib to the hookah spot

You are now welcome to the kush lounge

So miss my with that fuckery

Girl come here with that suckery

Ham squad Hustle Gang

That’s that underground luxury

I dont mess with them fake type

I bet em all if it was up to me

Even if a bitch was a cashier, still never get a buck from me

[Hook]