Rob Vicious - C Notes lyrics

[Verse 1: Rob Vicious] Drugs, all up in my system I'm tryna smoke 'em tryna drink 'em, tryna hit some' No interviews and no meet and greet, can't flick up I had b**hes, I had homies, but they switched up I'm only kickin' it with your b**h to get my dick s**ed I'm on the road runnin' that dope, I got my stick tucked n***a you ain't know talkin' all that sh**'ll get your sh** bust I got that fire on me right now, n***a I slay sh** Before I leave the house I thank God and I pray b**h My girlfriend love my dirty drawers and I ain't sh** She said baby how you get this money? I said I take sh** [Verse 2: Fenix] We them n***as poppin' and you not, better catch up Free Ketchup, I got up off my a** and n***as flexed up I'm sick, don't need no check-up, I'm running checks up I pop a perky 'fore we sets up, 'bout to f** her neck up I be in them foreign cars, you be in Integras I don't trust no Insta b**hes, 'cause they probably set-ups Pop a molly, who want trippin', shoot him from the neck up Free my n***as doin' time, man I hope they bless up Ain't no n***a finna press us, finna rip his flesh up Life's a movie, you an extra, but ain't with the extras Fenix flexin', see the check bruh, we is really next up Life's a movie, you an extra, but ain't with the extras [Verse 3: Ohgeesy] Steady countin' C-notes, cookin' up like C.N.O.T.E Baby mama deepthroat, catch me in the streets though In LA, Mexico where I get the yay I can never go broke if I sell a bag a day Choppers spray, bullets eat a n***a like it's gay Servin' J's, nine to five AM, that sh** pays That's your wife, she my b**h, it's okay You still pourin' ones, I pour the trey I'ma spend a bag and enjoy my day Dirty stick, bad b**hes where I lay Dirty digits in my bank account, okay? This the players club like Rappin 4 Tay Rollin' in a five seater with four K's And I'm sittin' sideways with your bae Rollin' in a five seater with four K's And I'm sittin' sideways with your bae