For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,
Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends
Trying to rob my lyrical bank,
I can feel your heart beating fast
Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
Account overdraft what i got this debit for
Rob you on the street with the nine
If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime
Call me lazy, i ain't your baby
I dunno lil' jay... tell me.
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob
Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob
We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob
We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday
About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay
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