Mob Wives: An Original Rap Song

Droppin' Like Flies 

By Chiara Soprano

Mob Wives, Mob Wives

Droppin' like flies

I tell no lies

Ask the wise guys

First there's four

Then one mo'

An' then one mo'

Comes through the door

Oh hell no!

One got to go

And then three mo'

Hit castin's death row

Mob Wives, Mob Wives

Droppin' like flies

I tell no lies

Ask the wise guys

It's 'bout the money

It's 'bout the greed

It's 'bout the lying

It's 'bout past deeds

It's 'bout the fightin'

It's 'bout the brawls

It's 'bout who got 

The biggest set of balls.

Mob Wives, Mob Wives

Droppin' like flies

I tell no lies

Ask the wise guys

Where's the loyalty?

Where's the respect?

Where's the family?

What'd you expect?

It's 'bout the Benjamin

It's 'bout the bling

it's 'bout the bank account

Cha ching, cha ching

It's 'bout designer shoes

It's 'bout the drama

It's 'bout the clothes

Watch out for the karma

Mob Wives, Mob Wives

Droppin' like flies

I tell no lies

Ask the wise guys