[Verse 1: Rob $tone]
See I'm a Lemon Grove nigga, I'm all about my scrilla
My problems are hard to live with, my dollars I always get 'em, no problem
'Bout my business, my kidneys take artificials
My mental is far from simple, you piglets is always giving me problems
Who can try and come stop me, I'm somewhat cocky
Not sloppy but when she top me it might be she love the ink on my body
Oh you watching, you'll never touch me
Addicted to drugs and money, in love with the one I'm fucking
It's nothing but really something, you got it
Do something about it
I'm always lusting for bitches who come from money
'Cause bitches who come from nothing just wanna be out in public
They all on the camera stunting, in my whip, it's funny
Now my bitch, you nothing
Don't trust a ho, I don't love 'em
My nigga told me it's ugly
We hit the block and we run it
Them niggas was up to somethin'
But shit I been stacking money
Not really, man stacking hundreds
My fingers busted from thumbin'
I really came up from nothing, the Phantom coming this summer
My dancers a dime a dozen, my diamonds dance for abundance
The hundreds and nothing other
You not my friend, not my brother
You backing out when it's ugly
I knew I could never trust you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See I'm a Lemon Grove nigga, I'm all about my scrilla
My problems are hard to live with, my dollars I always get 'em, no problem
'Bout my business, my kidneys take artificials
My mental is far from simple, you piglets is always giving me problems
Who can try and come stop me, I'm somewhat cocky
Not sloppy but when she top me it might be she love the ink on my body
Oh you watching, you'll never touch me
Addicted to drugs and money, in love with the one I'm fucking
It's nothing but really something, you got it
Do something about it
I'm always lusting for bitches who come from money
'Cause bitches who come from nothing just wanna be out in public
They all on the camera stunting, in my whip, it's funny
Now my bitch, you nothing
Don't trust a ho, I don't love 'em
My nigga told me it's ugly
We hit the block and we run it
Them niggas was up to somethin'
But shit I been stacking money
Not really, man stacking hundreds
My fingers busted from thumbin'
I really came up from nothing, the Phantom coming this summer
My dancers a dime a dozen, my diamonds dance for abundance
The hundreds and nothing other
You not my friend, not my brother
You backing out when it's ugly
I knew I could never trust you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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