Robb Bank$ - Bare Essentials lyrics

[Produced by: Childish Major] [Verse 1: Curtis Williams] Yeah, Childish Major Uh, uh look, I said we showed up and we turned up Good kush, get burned up Straight shots, tell em' drink up Think of money, you think of us Two door, no roof on it f**ed once and got proof homie No bread, don't see a point Probably went skiing if I'm smoking joints Love talking money, now she poppin' for these bands We don't cuff em', I love em', tell her pop some for my mans The game been comin' up, now these boys got out they hands But where the f** was you when we was workin' on these plans I said my set straight and my mom straight My old hoes just too late, good tree, QP Smoke it all in like two days, gettin' paid But we just havin' fun, cause b**h we work hard So we deserve some, what? [Hook] Money, Clothes, Sour Money, Clothes and Sour (Repeat 3x) We got Money, Clothes, Sour Money Clothes and Sour Money, Clothes, Sour Money, Clothes and Sour (Repeat 2X) [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Two ex pills and a water, keep these hoes name out my mouth And my rider got his fire, I'm tryna' see what your cash about Savage Life, I dun' done it all Ain't none one of these n***as gon' scare me I'll bust me a n***a, just to see how he fare against me And I don't even transport in public, them keys came in low-key Gave her a room key, touch her privates in some privacy And girl honestly I'm on a Xanax, but You must be hooked on phonics, cause them things used to be B-cups I'm seaside, Smart Stuntin' Boy, in boat shoes, I'm juggin' Had my hood sign come from nothin' All this time, only thought that there was one type of em' Boy you finna' get an STD, tryna' f** with me n***a South Florida in my blood Two nines tucked, holding up my britches I done smoked Ports better than that mid you hittin' Lil' b**h [Hook] x2