Lyrics
Pre-Intro
Lights flash, channel open, everybody watching
Numbers jump the moment my name get to popping
StreaMMob back, whole chat room locked in
See the system glitch as soon as the pressure drop in
Intro Pt. 2
Warning signs but I love that risk
Profile hot and I never miss
Account on fire, balance always changing quick
All eyes on me, guess who's running the script?
Bridge Pt. 0
No filters, no cap, just facts
Gift bag flipping like acrobat
Ghosting the fake, only real ones last
If you scared of the flames then you best step back (warning!!!)
music by StreaMMob!
Not for the ones who can't handle the truth!
TheMob kingdom #1
on the whole muthaphuckin app!!
Gangster Music!!
{This that LiveMe Shit}
gambling and getting high!
(gambling and getting high!)
bridge
StreaMMob!
(Rich as fuck)
rich rich
echo
mixtape shit!
beat drop
(gambling and getting high!)
I'm high as fuck!!! (gamblin!!)
Beat Drop
(StreaMMob)
Rich as fuck!
repeat
(Mixtape Shit)
Blrrrrr
Why they mad?
(Why they mad?)
not gonna lie
Blrrrrr
Verse 1
Mad 'cause they sent that bag
And watched me convert it all straight to zero
Now they think I owe 'em
I convert to gamble!
(Convert ur shit to zero!!) [Pre-Chorus]
(mixtap shit)
LiveMe! Shit!
(LiveMe! Shit!)
They mad because they fake!
(They fake as Fuck and I'm not) [Chorus]
They Flame Fake
All the Fans fake
Friend fake!
They even fake Fame!
All they do is make deals and lurk around for someone to match!!
Fake fake
All fake as fuck
They mad because we rich and they not
They can't understand why not
They mad because I got rich on accident
(Because I got rich on accident!)
Interlude
(Straight up LiveMe shit)
MixTape Shit
(StreaMMob MixTape Shit!
Verse 2
StreamMob, no label, no manager, just me
Bag come in, I spin it, turn it to zero stay high
They watching the numbers, thinking I'm finna pay back
Nigga I never asked for the bag, I just cashed the check
They making deals with each other, matching gifts in the chat
Then turn around and say "send that back" like I owe them that
Colluding in the DMs, running up the numbers on purpose
Then demand I convert it and send it right back to the circus
Broadcast built on filters and fake hearts
I'm in the casino turning gifts into charts
They mad I got lucky, mad I got rich by accident
Same ones that was matching now begging for percentages
Hook
Fake
Flame
Fans
Friends
Fame
Fake fake
All fake as fuck
Chorus
They mad because we rich and they not
They can't understand why not
They mad because I got rich on accident
(Because I got rich on accident!)
They mad because they fake and I'm not
(They mad because they fake and I'm not)
(StreamMob mixtape shit)
(Convert ur shit to zero!!)
Verse 3
Mixtape drop, no rollout, just pure StreamMob
Late night bags, early morning I'm still on the clock
They call it gambling, I call it converting the bag
One spin later the balance look like it never even had
Fake streamers still making deals and matching each other
Trying to force the convert, trying to make you pay one another
I'm counting wins, they still counting who they can trick
Rich on accident, still richer than the ones with a plan
StreamMob forever, this tape not for the fakes
Breakdown
Fake!
(FLAME)
(Fans)
(Friends)
(Fame)
Fake fake...
All fake as fuck
Outro
REMIX
They mad because they fake and I'm not
Making deals, matching gifts, then screaming "send it back"
Got rich on accident
StreamMob mixtape shit
Convert ur shit to zero
Rich as fuck
Fake... Flame... Fans... Friends... Fame...
All fake as fuck
They mad because they fake and I'm not
Got rich on accident
Remix
Convert that shit to zero
StreamMob forever
Rich as fuck
Instrumental
Turntables
Scratch
Gun Cock
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