Eastside Mz Lyrics – Fetty Wap | Zavier

Read the full Eastside Mz lyrics by Fetty Wap from the album Zavier along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Woah
Mob, mob (

[Sez] (??) on the beat)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Let the mob in, n!gga, we want in
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s
Lotta b!tches tryna pull up to meet my friends
Pull up, G bixty-three, that’s a brand-new Benz
I don’t see these fu*k n!ggas, Saint Laurent my lens

B!tch, I’m all about the money, boy, I’m ’bout my M’s
Spent a hunnid with the plug, b!tch and I got ten
I seen my homie do the same thing and he got ten, n!gga
Huh, let the mob in, n!gga, we want in
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s
Lotta b!tches tryna pull up to meet my friends
Pull up, G bixty-three, that’s a brand-new Benz
I don’t see these fu*k n!ggas, Saint Laurеnt my lens
B!tch, I’m all about the money, I’m about my M’s
Hit thе plug with a hunnid, b!tch and I got ten
I seen my homie do the same thing and he got ten, n!gga

[Verse 1]
Never stay safe, n!gga, I stay dangerous (Damn)
I’m throwing up my M’s, n!gga, who I’ll bang with (Nah)
I’m mob ’til the death, I’ma ride ’til the death (Mob)
If I slide with a ten, bro gon’ slide with a TEC (Said)
Four-bix-four, bix-bix-deuce
Old school rag talk, this a

[bigs deuce] (??)
Hm, Remy in the cup and the cut getting loose, n!gga
Bet against the mob on the M, you’ll lose, n!gga, huh
Hit the dash in this b!tch, I’ma lose ’em, hm
He was playing with it, now he on the news with ’em
I was dirty with ’em, now I’m rocking with jewels with ’em

I’ma win with ’em even if I lose with ’em
Hm, couple bands on my left and my right side
All the feds on the phone, I don’t like sides
Got a red bandana on my right side
I was down, now I’m home, that’s the bright side
Hm, yeah, time to make it even
N!ggas wasn’t there, I was starving, they was eating
B!tches moving weird, only there for a season
Ain’t about a dollar, then I’m gone, b!tch, I’m leaving

[Chorus]
Huh, let the mob in, n!gga, we want in (Mob)
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s (Mob)
Lotta b!tches tryna pull up to meet my friends (Mob)
Pull up, G bixty-three, that’s a brand-new Benz, yeah
I don’t see these fu*k n!ggas, Saint Laurent my lens (Saint Laurent my lens)
B!tch, I’m all about the money, boy, I’m ’bout my M’s (B!tch, I’m ’bout my M’s)
Spent a hunnid with the plug, b!tch and I got ten (Brr)
I seen my homie do the same thing and he got ten, n!gga, yeah
Huh, let the mob in, n!gga, we want in (Mob)
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s (M’s)
Lotta b!tches tryna pull up to meet my friends, yeah
Pull up, G bixty-three, that’s a brand-new Benz, yeah
I don’t see these fu*k n!ggas, Saint Laurent my lens (Saint Laurent my lens)
B!tch, I’m all about my money, I’m about my M’s (B!tch, I’m ’bout my M’s)
Hit the plug with a hunnid, b!tch and I got ten (Brr)
I seen my homie do the same thing and he got ten, n!gga

[Post-Chorus]
Huh, let the mob in, n!gga, we want in
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s
A lotta b!tches tryna pull up to meet my friends
I pull up, G bixty-three, that’s a brand-new Benz, huh

[Verse 2]
I’m from 22nd, n!gga, you know where I b
lock .40, if I pull it, I’ma squeeze
Block shorty, I be smoking out a P
Five-seveN, thirty with a green beam
Seven-twenty when I pull up on the scene
Crunching on the Louie ‘nilla ice cream
Richard Mille bust down, bling-bling
Hunnid bands busting out of my jeans, yeah
And she left you ’cause you can’t do it like me
Chanel shoes cost me like three
She want the bag, that’s another ten G’s
You ain’t make a dip, b!tch, please
Hermès, let me get you and your Birkin
Balenci, she only rock it on Thursday
Gucci, only to the kitchen when she thirsty (Huh, yeah)
I got cake like I had had my birthday (Said)
High-end, baby, call me big

[deck/heck] (??) (Hey)
Big Cuban, huh, hanging off of my neck (Hey)
Quarter ticket, baby, that’s a light check (Hey)
Huh, ha, take her shopping every day for light rep, yeah

[Bridge]
Ooh (Huh)
Ooh (Ooh, huh)
Ooh (Ooh)
Huh, ooh-ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Let the mob in, n!gga, we want in
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s
A lotta b!tches tryna pull up to meet my friends
I pull up, G bixty-three, that’s a brand-new Benz
I don’t see these fu*k n!ggas, Saint Laurent my lens
Ha, all about the dollars, I’m about my M’s
I hit the plug with a hunnid and I got ten
I seen my homie do the same thing and he got ten
Yeah, baby

[Outro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Mm)
Mob, ha-ha-ha (Mm, mm)
Hit the plug with a hunnid, huh, I got ten (Brr)
I seen my homie do the same thing and he got ten
Yeah, baby (M’s, haha)
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside (Haha)
Hold on, yeah, mm, hm, huh
Rose, huh, ha, huh, yeah, hey
Yeah, okay, haha, yeah, huh
From Jersey to Rosecrans, n!gga, Eastside M’s, huh
Let the mob in, n!gga, we want in
Yeah, baby (Hm, hm)
Yeah, hm, yeah, big Zoo