Me and My Niggas (Year) Robb Bank$ (Ft. Matt Meyer Lansky)

[Verse 1: Robb Banks]
My niggas go to sleep on Tuesday, wake up on Sunday
My hoes sing the Weeknd in the shower
After they take dick on Hump Day
I got money in my pocket, lacing that swisher
Sipping on tussin, regretting my high
What a looker in that see through lace
Won't take her shades off
But if she did I bet she'd give me that eye
Bought us tickets to fly to Cairo
Now I'm swerving through the potholes
Pillow talk secrets with tricks
All because they was all models
And I love how your complexion turn gold in the light
But her white girls fun
All because they all swallow
Racial profiling, I love where this talk's going
So keep boring me until I let you know
The Champagne's unfrozen
And she ain't got no Three 6 in her Herbie so to pass the time
Best believe I'll be counting the freckles on this Lohan
Die slow fuck boy, it's like that
My nigga say throw some nugs in it
While I freak, the black
And if you close your eyes it makes the experience sweeter
Purposely roll up a blunt she starts playing Khalifa