HIM JONG-UN Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Mwah

[Verse 1]
Happy hour, sending shots
Infrared, bitch, connect the dots
Machine gun on me, Megan Fox
Smack a nigga, I'm Loaded Lux
Mob ties, never wore no tux
Slap 50, I should slow your bucks
Mary-Kate, better throw that up
When I look in her eyes, I can tell she can fuck
Yeah, choppa sing 4 ways like Jodeci
Baby, get a load of me
I mean ya to open your mouth, take a load of me
I'm slippery, they can't get ahold of me
Everything I do is hot, they blow on me
I take the mask off, you know it's me
Yeah, Fem, dem (Phew)
Nigga, I'm him (Mwah)
I had to shoot that nigga, he was talkin
I was Money Mitch, and they don't get pay nothin
Feelin like XO, all the money got longer
And I'd be like Rico, but I ain't lose the Verzuz (SSET)
Fuckin on your bitch until that hoe love me
Hit from the back cause her face kinda ugly
You shot and you missed, nigga, no, you a flunky
This shit get disgruntled, you play with my money (Mwah)
Lauderdale zone, I'm bad to the bone
Smokin on Al Capones, feeling like Al Capone
Make your bitch gimme dome, yeah, she swallow it whole
Got her suckin out each and every chromosome
I had to fuck with niggas I knew was hoes
I had the blitz whenever niggas froze
I had to wife bitches I knew was hoes
Had to get in my pose, yeah, run it back home