Robb Bank$ - Finer (May) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Pretty young n***a and I'm fresh out a relationship Fresh off of vacation and I got bad girls trying to play with it Once these hoes see what I'm about they say they love me Dry martinis with the olives Olive work pants with the rugby Fresh jive swim trunks, my n***a Lansky taught me Pam Grier look alike sipping on a chill coffee And that violence state my thread count TTS taking head count That 6 day a week life Seven head shots leave them red now It's the antichrist When I'm talking to your b**h I'm Dr. Dolittle At the casino, table five, betting bills on games of Yu-Gi-Oh! Got a milf in a midlife crisis down for what you want I k** her daughter in my sheets Casey Anthony in my trunk My n***a, I don't do no d**, I just feed them to these women Not slowing down they way of living, but pa**ing out on the floor of my Kitchen And once we see that we twit picin' Lighting sage, playing Sade Record 'till Thursday get becky from Rebecca Black on Friday [Hook] Skinny young n***a and I'm finer than my b**h All my n***as want the finer things so that's how we gon' live We doing things you n***as probably only hear about I bet yo b**h tryna' slide once I put my hair down (x2) [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] We paid in full like Rakim and allah though Cop the jaguar in the middle of the car show And I make all these new hoes tell you n***as how they done with yall' My exes call me a**hole my hoes call me tumblr god I post a pic of yo b**h and the last time we was out So what if you got the weed you still can't weed us out It's Orville Bank$ till I reside in that sarcophagus Until then I'm pouring drink into my esophagus No replacements but you n***as can't see that Everything we say true but you probably won't believe that I can't smoke now but my b**h finished the whole weed bag While I'm sipping out the straw that you get with the tree wrap I stay indifferent when these hoes say I'm on that different sh** Cause you n***as can't read me nor get past my penmanship I'm with a shone you probably only seen on your dashboard, man Bumpin Fat Pat pa** the weed And Houston's for the dinner date Every time I bring you up she say stop it She got her fingers through my plugs and I got mine by her socket like [Hook] [Outro] Ugh What you thought you little b**h? Tuesday through Sunday Same sh** Still f**in yo b**h ho Stunt, stunt mhm Okay