[Intro: Matt Meyer Lansky]
Oh so you just thought we was up here just shopping and bullsh**ting?
Tuesday Thru Sunday, OBP
[Verse 1: Matt Meyer Lansky]
I got bodies in my whip
Mommies on my dick
I'm smiling when you spot me servin' by you on the strip
You can't define me by my problems
I don't do d** I'm just always around them
I'm playing I brought them I'm never without them
I let my b**h hold em' it's not my problem
sh**, what you think this is man? I don't know
Don't ever catch me in no photo without no wardrobe unless them Polo
And that's basic in the least bit, never tell a b**h no secret
Keep that sh** to myself cause they take it all as a sign of weakness
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
But yo I got a black girl, and her hair look Indian
Right, n***a pitch black but my dashboard lighting up our date night n***a
Reserve store bu*ton down, p**y no polo
Love my style now later she want a photo
Savage life hoes, gold mouth and I got that fire
And I f** her limbs off, so a**embly's required
She give me that X-O, cup of X oh man she love this
Text a X-O to the one I'm f**in' with, cause her mouth is sh**
Hug kiss lil b**h
[Hook]
Yeah this my cup, that's my dro
This my sip
I cut that ho, bu*ton that O
Stunt like this, I'm bout that life b**h
You ain't bout sh**
You getting it in on the strip from another n***a
[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]
See, see I'm one trill n***a
Mishka f** that Hilfiger
No thong under them leggings so now your girl got my attention
I Allen Iverson your questions, and that Vapex as my breathmints
And I'm Paul Pierce to that false sh**, so for now my answer's pending
Black pearl in my gauges, Jack Sparrow when I k** this sh**
At my Ex spot, put my gold in her treasure chest
I cop a bottle, f** a model
Keep the substances controlled
Got em' in my crib f**ing up the decor in my home
[Verse 4: Matt Meyer Lansky]
Yeah that's what's up
Cause this my sh**
We get it on, Grey Poupon
Straight bomb, White Widow from the ghetto in the middle of a palm leaf
We got bonged out, cause this my crib
Were Desmond hit the bong
When you chiefing straight resin and you know that you'll be feeling like a zombie
Bow to my presence
I'll bring that f**ing mojo to your crib like I was Santa Clause
And we still don't got no manager
Catch me scheming on a camel toe
Piff and me, I puff a bleez
And then I be thinking up this sh**, like it took no energy
Then I say "f** my enemies"
[Hook]
Now this my cup, and this my b**h
Now that's your b**h, and I'mma take that sh**
And that's my broad, you spending all that grip
I'm just saying, get your mother f**ing money up
[Verse 5: Matt Meyer Lansky]
This is for the kids I bought bottles in the club
They only shake my hand when they know I'm pourin' up
The girls just want to f** and they just want to get f**ed up
They know we going stupid and they boyfriend is useless
[Verse 6: Robb Bank$]
Yeah, this is for the kids I bought bottles in the club
They only shake my hand when they know I'm pourin' up
And they girls want to f** and they just want to get f**ed up
Cause our presence going stupid, and they boyfriend is useless
Little b**h