Camos (September) Robb Bank$ (Ft. Matt Meyer Lansky)

[Robb Bank$]
Little bitch
Fuck it is nigga
OBP

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
I got bitches that I'm parking lot pimping and back yard wrestling
That porn star stroke got them stage fright trembling
Got my niggas at a wine sampling mixing grape drink
Winding back them black and milds in the grapevine
Lately my mind been on that cash
Work that shaft, yeah that muscle spasm
Bout to melt my slugs and flip that whole wall black
Reservations in the tavern
Bitch, I steal the work and I'm bagging it
She love my dick so I'm flashing it
She lick the crown that's pageant shit
I'm higher than a bitch (I'm higher than a bitch)
Jiggy with my sick chick screaming fuck my side chick
Popped to many aspirins down in Aspen on my lap
Me and my bride went and copped that gold plated casket
So we can play twilight when the moon lit up
Guess I'm prince charming since everything princess cut
Nigga that was some [?] What it is what's up
Got 2:30 on that blunt now cop that O and roll it up