Big Pimpin’ (November) Robb Bank$

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Yeah..
You got your head right on your shoulders, you know where you wanna go
And we can fall in love even under such thick smoke
And your hair right by your knees as you make it wobble slow
You only worried about the positives, you puttin' on a show
You earned it girl, you earned it girl
I pour you another shot of bourban, girl
Now I sound like Drake, 'bout 12:28
About when I show you how much you deserve it, girl
And I set my counter 'bout in Florence, cause all my furniture's in storage
I'm throwing money on a Yaris,
But I don't speak that guala
So I can't pronouce her last name,
Yesterday was my last day,Took the money off of that bedside
But I left a clip in the ashtray
So you can play my songs and get high to my monotone
In the Pokemon center, Skyping hoes like they Professor Oak
Tumblrgod at Starbucks, getting notes off hoes over frappucinos
Maids tucking Cartier mitts in the pockets of all your clothes
Smoking on boombastic, just so you know, that's a disclaimer
And don't get no crocodile tears, I'm all black gator, bitch

[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Thought maybe I should hit your phone from the way that we ain't been talking lately
And if I wasn't rapping baby, I would still be riding Mercedes
So go fall in love with that new nigga, just ask yourself, you think he gon' replace me?
Chrome and shinin', sippin' daily, no rest until Whitey pays me