M.o.b.; F.o.s.
Dough over sluts, blooms over snitchers. It’s like saying you’d rather be rich and pretty than poor and sneaky.
I paid for my girl, my snitch got tossed. M. o. b. is my vibe.
I gave her flowers, my spy got a slap. F. o. s. is my motto.
Cash in my pocket, no time for jerks. M. o. b. is my move.