Finer (May) Robb Bank$

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[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Pretty young nigga and I'm fresh out a relationship
Fresh off of vacation and I got bad girls trying to play with it
Once these hoes see what I'm about they say they love me
Dry martinis with the olives
Olive work pants with the rugby
Fresh jive swim trunks, my nigga Lansky taught me
Pam Grier look alike sipping on a chill coffee
And that violence state my thread count
TTS taking head count
That 6 day a week life
Seven head shots leave them red now
It's the antichrist
When I'm talking to your bitch I'm Dr. Dolittle
At the casino, table five, betting bills on games of Yu-Gi-Oh!
Got a milf in a midlife crisis down for what you want
I kill her daughter in my sheets Casey Anthony in my trunk
My nigga, I don't do no drugs, I just feed them to these women
Not slowing down they way of living, but passing out on the floor of my
Kitchen
And once we see that we twit picin'
Lighting sage, playing Sade
Record 'till Thursday get becky from Rebecca Black on Friday

[Chorus]
Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch
All my niggas want the finer things, so that's how we gon' live
Uh, we doin' things you niggas probably only hear about
I bet yo' bitch tryna' slide once I let my hair down
Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch
All my niggas want the finer things, so that's how we gon' live
Uh, we doin' things you niggas probably only hear about
I bet yo' bitch tryna' slide once I let my hair down

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