Robbers

All the money Lots of money It come in thousands It's piling, this refeer reefing I smoke the loudest Young and shooting, it's not a problem A break? Man, we never snooze Come and rob some robbers Got marley's, hella marley's A private party, in mansion Bitches dancing, no romancing Just smashing Pass that to my dawg then she get nasty Pass that to my plug she come in handy! Pass that to my plug she come in handy White girl and I think her name is Mandy, or Sandy Turn around think it's candy Pistols get to firing and your feet they come in handy Cop my work from Andy, that nigga some can't imagine Put that on the road and if they snatch it they can have it Money it just be piling Money I just be counting Don't have no money problems all this money out a mountain The innings come in thousands This reefer is the loudest My OG was a trapper so I made him extra proud The innings come in thousands This reefer is the loudest And my OG was a trapper so I made him extra proud Pass that to my dawg and all I wanna do is fuck the bitch Rolling off the molly, if he try me Ima blow this bitch Shawties they be gunning, they be turnt up off that savage shit Catch a nigga lackin', 30 off now that boy off the shits Told my youngin's kill 'em when they catch me, you can't tell me shit All about my money, Ima tell you I can't trust a bitch I'm a younging with the money, ask your bitch I'm in this shit I'm a younging with the money, ask your bitch I'm in this shit Pull up on 'em, ride up on 'em Dissapear, that boy's a goner Money money, Ima own 'em Dissapear, that boy's a goner Money money, Ima own 'em You gon' wife her, Ima bone her Kushy kushy, my auroma Make them racks, I trap on course (Ayee) Damn all the problems We totin' goblins We robbin' robbers Them diamonds, they should be dancing Too much [?] Finnesing, you better catch up I got my check up Your bitch, she could suck a lotta dick, but wants romancing She nagging I'm paper stacking Too much attraction And smoking, that sticky potent Cooling on mountains We drown you Bullets style ya I'm money [?] I'm eatin', Bon' Appetite'ing My stomach growling You frowning Your money drowning You can't announce it You broke boy You ain't around it You [?] I need it Your bitch conceited Our trap is trapping wheelin' Tray Savage, and Gino Marley She wanna party!