This is a song about "Rob dollaz"

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Rob you on the street with the nine

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Uhno it dont phase us we supposed to be makin dollaz but the dxm dun got to

Bring the keys, oh my god

I go back to my friend rob.

I got something you've been waiting for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore