
After Cheetahs Freestyle Robb Bank$ (Ft. Tony Shhnow & Trapland Pat)
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[Intro: Tony Shhnow]
(Who made that beat, Mojo?)
(That bitch go crazy, hahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If it ain't broke, you ain't gotta fix it, you know what I mean?
If it make dollars, it make sense to me
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow, Robb Bank$ & Trapland Pat]
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, let's get to that money
I stand on my ten, paper chasin' them hundreds
I told her, "You like it, lil' baby, I love it"
I ain't with all that fightin', ain't with all that fussin'
I'm tryna pour red up, I'm tryna pour 'Tussin
Why the fuck is we talkin' when we should be fuckin'?
Sneakin', I'm geekin', she tweakin', I'm treatin'
You ain't patchin' up on them 'bows, then you leechin'
You coppin' or what? Ain't got time for no meetin'
Pour a four on a four, now my heart hear me beatin'
Trap door swing back to back, got that ho beatin'
Her last nigga brokе, but I don't know the meanin'
My young boy go hard, but I make it look еasy
I put her in Christian, she fuck like a demon
I took exotic out, word to 4Feezy
I'm sellin' O's same price as new Yeezys
(Who made that beat, Mojo?)
(That bitch go crazy, hahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If it ain't broke, you ain't gotta fix it, you know what I mean?
If it make dollars, it make sense to me
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow, Robb Bank$ & Trapland Pat]
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, let's get to that money
I stand on my ten, paper chasin' them hundreds
I told her, "You like it, lil' baby, I love it"
I ain't with all that fightin', ain't with all that fussin'
I'm tryna pour red up, I'm tryna pour 'Tussin
Why the fuck is we talkin' when we should be fuckin'?
Sneakin', I'm geekin', she tweakin', I'm treatin'
You ain't patchin' up on them 'bows, then you leechin'
You coppin' or what? Ain't got time for no meetin'
Pour a four on a four, now my heart hear me beatin'
Trap door swing back to back, got that ho beatin'
Her last nigga brokе, but I don't know the meanin'
My young boy go hard, but I make it look еasy
I put her in Christian, she fuck like a demon
I took exotic out, word to 4Feezy
I'm sellin' O's same price as new Yeezys
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