Whitney & Bobby LilCJ Kasino (Ft. Sauce Walka & TEC)

[Intro]
Ay ay ay (Samurai)
Planet of the ape shit nigga
Y'all know what the fuck going on

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go fuck on the ma for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last nigga tried me we smoke him like ?
Takedown the plug nigga thought we was shopping
My young nigga itching to knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause that young nigga grimey
I'm still on the block like a defensive lineman
That fuck nigga lying if he say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece
I hit the trap with that pack now that young nigga pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I'm really breaking these bitches for million
I'm not sure if this year I might make a billion (Mhm)
I'm overseas with a bitch that's Brazillian
I'm still ditchin feds can't catch me I'm brilliant (Mhm)
I just went bought me some jewelry, three pieces
That was a cool million I ain't even feel it
Who made these bitch niggas flyer than Huston ? (Ooh shit)
Can't ride in your car (Again)
Can't fuck with your broads (Again)
Ain't no posting up at the store with your dogs (Again)
Splash up and shoot y'all (Again)
It don't matter what hood you at imma call (Again)
We hitting through walls (Again)
Ain't no waving white flags boy we gon' ball (Again)
We waiting on y'all (To spin)