Big Pimpin' (November)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Yeah.. You got your head right on your shoulders, you know where you wanna go And we can fall in love even under such thick smoke And your hair right by your knees as you make it wobble slow You only worried about the positives, you puttin' on a show You earned it girl, you earned it girl I pour you another shot of bourban, girl Now I sound like Drake, 'bout 12:28 About when I show you how much you deserve it, girl And I set my counter 'bout in Florence, cause all my furniture's in storage I'm throwing money on a Yaris, But I don't speak that guala So I can't pronouce her last name, Yesterday was my last day,Took the money off of that bedside But I left a clip in the ashtray So you can play my songs and get high to my monotone In the Pokemon center, Skyping hoes like they Professor Oak Tumblrgod at Starbucks, getting notes off hoes over frappucinos Maids tucking Cartier mitts in the pockets of all your clothes Smoking on boombastic, just so you know, that's a disclaimer And don't get no crocodile tears, I'm all black gator, bitch [Hook: Robb Bank$] Thought maybe I should hit your phone from the way that we ain't been talking lately And if I wasn't rapping baby, I would still be riding Mercedes So go fall in love with that new nigga, just ask yourself, you think he gon' replace me? Chrome and shinin', sippin' daily, no rest until Whitey pays me [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] It's the, big Southern rap impresario Coming straight from the down south barrio Sorry though, your bitch wanted to ride On her Twitter AVI poking out her sides See, how them swangers poke out, that interior rep inside I ride it with some bricks all the way to that country side, bitch I'm pimping hoes on tumblr, so reblog and follow back American Spirits, she ask if I could bust her down on that Bitch I flew from Tokyo to Forks And I still made it back to your Bella's place But still haven't found time to go and visit Miguel's grave See that's that fuck shit, that nigga taught me better, right? Civil upbringing, but I still claim that savage life Skinny nigga at a 5 star, never ordered a salad But y'all buff for no reason, cause I know you not 'bout it So we can throw those hands like I throw them bands All on her black china, got your girl good china all up in my hands Cause I'm in your love nest, but with Christmas reef under the mistletoe That bitch bad, a hundred HP On that Chikorita, I thought I'd let you know [Hook: Robb Bank$]