Robb Bank$ - Mayweather (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro:] Ooh, you hear the chain, it was parched $10k on the chain alone (I lost my voice a lil bit) 3-Peat (I Wish) Fat Nick in here with me It's a celebration (And you b**h) You thought I gave up on you, huh? You thought I would never come back? Pouya what it is? Creepa what it is? [Verse:] Lil b**h! Aw sh**, here we go again, Phone for the win I'm the man, you a f**in' fan, I did it again Gamble with yo life again, I bust a shot, f** up yo zen You done said what you said, I ain't got time to play pretend You know I can't let him live, you see Tumblr God repent Worst sh** you could've did, but it ain't time for regrets Old ungrateful a** n***as all up in they feelings Griffith might hop on yo beat and make yo f**in' song better Chest out like a breast, Gene Simmons want a kiss Cavities from Actavis, still Cardi B dentist Silver Surfer, no tint, f**ed on the hood, left a dent Keep that 40 on me when I'm talking money You ain't talking money, got a lisp f** the dogs, f** the law, Adderall, Flexiril I mix em All my dogs by the bar, one off, you denied the kennel See 2 red and blue, sniff the white and detonated Deidara Boy, call Nelly cla**ify me. You gone need a tip if it ain't about the money f** n***as think they Ash, cause they best friend a rat Boy, I'm sleep at my desk, I'm f**in' cla** act Young n***a do the dash, yeah right, Stacey Dash She hate n***as, I hate n***as, you call that a perfect match Griffith thumbing through the cash, one glove, Michael Jack' Might run off with ya sack, Sarah Snyder with the bag Ludacris, Rollout, Phone brought them hoes out n***a, Y.O.T.S. sold out, what the f** they talm' bout? Aye b**h I'm outside, I'm the quiet 'fore the storm And politicking in my mentions, you know that's the Norm Savage life, know my heart black on the inside n***as rapping so you know they candy on the inside! Lil b**h! [Outro:] Don't ever stop, can't stop, won't stop Smart Stunna Records, you feel me? Don't ever stop, n***a, I'm on that!