Project 8 Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Hey Cris, fuck you
You dig
She wanna lick the molly off me, nigga (Uh)
I fucked your bitch and her check got bigger (Uh, uh, uh)
I ain't goin' outside while my cake a lil bigger
I ain't with these lames, man, fuck these niggas (Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah)

[Chorus]
Told a bitch I'll give her 10 for the paper (Yeah, yeah)
Origami, fold a bitch like a plane (Yeah, yeah, you dig)
She gon' suck that dick and got that lip like Fantasia (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on two Perc 10, bitch, I ain't cum in two days, huh (Woo woo)
Told her lick me, I got 31 flavors
Fuck the girl next door like: "who the neighbors?" (Like who that is?)
Pimp slick, drip, handmade suit tailored (There it is)
Took her off the track and put her on the fake me (Yuh, you dig)

[Verse 1]
Put it on Casca, I ain't lose out on nothing (Not on nothing)
And I just finished withdrawing (Yeah, let's go)
Bitch it's swag school, they need to withdraw me (Where they go)
Tessaiga diamonds in my mouth a adamant barrage (Tuh)
Nigga, it's the mob, yeah, it's money over all (Yuh)
Sucker for the love, Femto green hearted (Yuh, yuh)
Bustin' out the brains, tryna see what you thought, bitch (Dig)
Shoot the AK 'til I'm tired, no exhaustion (Bah, bah)
I'ma tote a K that knock a plane out this bitch (huh)
Andalé, told her feel my pain like I'm Cris (you dig)
What you claim? Black Medellin, that's the SSET, uh
430 Teardrop Gang, full effect, uh