Yeah, lift my wrist up, I swear I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Carti bracelets, but we treatin' them like wrist cuffs
Ain't no Ubers, but we pullin' up in big trucks
Police pull us over, hide the switch up my bitch butt
I'm getting money, I never say it, I show and prove it
And when it came to takin' risks, my niggas know to do it
That was just to light the wrist, the shit we did was stupid
Ten dollars to my name, shit, I was goin' through it
And it was just to light the wrist, we hated takin' pictures
We just made it a little harder for the feds to get you
Cause nowadays, niggas tellin' whoever was with you
I know some felons who ain't never scared to get up with you
And I know bitches with more bags than sanitation
And all my niggas got swag, you'll never find it Macys
I usually do Patron straight for the bitches I chase it
And if you see me with a fanta, just know that I laced it
On my feet, rockin' Asics, today is basic
Hundred M's chasin, tryin' to be set for generations
I never give bitches my time, cause they know to waste it
And we ain't pourin' by the line, cause we ain't tryin' to save it
Mali V bump through the speakers, I'm spittin' ether
They try to follow, I switch it up, I am not a teacher
We ballin, thinkin' bout the times that we was on the bleachers
And now I dress like Sunday Easter, ridin' with an eater
Pretty face, lashes, panties is Fenty Savage
Chloe transition glasses, me, I'm in some Raf shit
Four-seater doin' donuts, I took off the traction
My dog chains look like the rappers because of trappin
Keep a Jimmy, I know couple bitches tryna trap me
And there's a couple baby daddies probably wanna clap me
Cause I be takin' they bitch, shoppin, payin' with the plastic
Niggas down since unemployment, man, that shit is tragic
Go get a wave, go find a play or play in traffic
I'm switchin' lanes, hold the steering straight, I'm tryin' to ash it
They hear my music, real niggas use it for IG captions
Bitches love me, I'm barely dressed in the latest fashion
And if they gotta play for me, then I probably tax them
And if a bill need to get paid, then I probably clap it
If there's a will, there's a way, I'm known to make it happen
Left my wallet, but it's so good, I usually tap it
V
Shoutout to all my niggas with the Rollies
Cartier's
AP's
Mali V - Robb Report Lyrics
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Yeah, lift my wrist up, I swear I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Carti bracelets, but we treatin' them like wrist cuffs
Ain't no Ubers, but we pullin' up in big trucks
Police pull us over, hide the switch up my bitch butt
I'm getting money, I never say it, I show and prove it
And when it came to takin' risks, my niggas know to do it
That was just to light the wrist, the shit we did was stupid
Ten dollars to my name, shit, I was goin' through it
And it was just to light the wrist, we hated takin' pictures
We just made it a little harder for the feds to get you
Cause nowadays, niggas tellin' whoever was with you
I know some felons who ain't never scared to get up with you
And I know bitches with more bags than sanitation
And all my niggas got swag, you'll never find it Macys
I usually do Patron straight for the bitches I chase it
And if you see me with a fanta, just know that I laced it
On my feet, rockin' Asics, today is basic
Hundred M's chasin, tryin' to be set for generations
I never give bitches my time, cause they know to waste it
And we ain't pourin' by the line, cause we ain't tryin' to save it
Mali V bump through the speakers, I'm spittin' ether
They try to follow, I switch it up, I am not a teacher
We ballin, thinkin' bout the times that we was on the bleachers
And now I dress like Sunday Easter, ridin' with an eater
Pretty face, lashes, panties is Fenty Savage
Chloe transition glasses, me, I'm in some Raf shit
Four-seater doin' donuts, I took off the traction
My dog chains look like the rappers because of trappin
Keep a Jimmy, I know couple bitches tryna trap me
And there's a couple baby daddies probably wanna clap me
Cause I be takin' they bitch, shoppin, payin' with the plastic
Niggas down since unemployment, man, that shit is tragic
Go get a wave, go find a play or play in traffic
I'm switchin' lanes, hold the steering straight, I'm tryin' to ash it
They hear my music, real niggas use it for IG captions
Bitches love me, I'm barely dressed in the latest fashion
And if they gotta play for me, then I probably tax them
And if a bill need to get paid, then I probably clap it
If there's a will, there's a way, I'm known to make it happen
Left my wallet, but it's so good, I usually tap it
V
Shoutout to all my niggas with the Rollies
Cartier's
AP's
Carti bracelets, but we treatin' them like wrist cuffs
Ain't no Ubers, but we pullin' up in big trucks
Police pull us over, hide the switch up my bitch butt
I'm getting money, I never say it, I show and prove it
And when it came to takin' risks, my niggas know to do it
That was just to light the wrist, the shit we did was stupid
Ten dollars to my name, shit, I was goin' through it
And it was just to light the wrist, we hated takin' pictures
We just made it a little harder for the feds to get you
Cause nowadays, niggas tellin' whoever was with you
I know some felons who ain't never scared to get up with you
And I know bitches with more bags than sanitation
And all my niggas got swag, you'll never find it Macys
I usually do Patron straight for the bitches I chase it
And if you see me with a fanta, just know that I laced it
On my feet, rockin' Asics, today is basic
Hundred M's chasin, tryin' to be set for generations
I never give bitches my time, cause they know to waste it
And we ain't pourin' by the line, cause we ain't tryin' to save it
Mali V bump through the speakers, I'm spittin' ether
They try to follow, I switch it up, I am not a teacher
We ballin, thinkin' bout the times that we was on the bleachers
And now I dress like Sunday Easter, ridin' with an eater
Pretty face, lashes, panties is Fenty Savage
Chloe transition glasses, me, I'm in some Raf shit
Four-seater doin' donuts, I took off the traction
My dog chains look like the rappers because of trappin
Keep a Jimmy, I know couple bitches tryna trap me
And there's a couple baby daddies probably wanna clap me
Cause I be takin' they bitch, shoppin, payin' with the plastic
Niggas down since unemployment, man, that shit is tragic
Go get a wave, go find a play or play in traffic
I'm switchin' lanes, hold the steering straight, I'm tryin' to ash it
They hear my music, real niggas use it for IG captions
Bitches love me, I'm barely dressed in the latest fashion
And if they gotta play for me, then I probably tax them
And if a bill need to get paid, then I probably clap it
If there's a will, there's a way, I'm known to make it happen
Left my wallet, but it's so good, I usually tap it
V
Shoutout to all my niggas with the Rollies
Cartier's
AP's
Writer: Jahvan Lawrence
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid