Robin jeans with the wings
She pop a bean and fuck my team!
Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!
Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Triple C's made her faint!
Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Triple C's made her faint
Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Uh, on my jewelry man, I spent that on my jewelry man
On my jewelry man, I can't tuck no jewelry man
Really bout them bands, I'm like "fuck the jury man!"
Nigga ain't playin', boolin' with my tooley man
With my tooley man, trappin' with my fully mag
With my fully mane, blowin' on that stupid stank
It was just the other day, damn I couldn't make a play
All a nigga had was faith, now I'm countin everyday
(Everyday yaaaaaa, cash carti)
Robin jeans with the wings
She pop a bean and fuck my team!
Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!
Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Triple C's made her faint!
Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Triple C's made her faint
Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
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