| Man everyday is Christmas, bitch im feeling good
|
| And if I’m going broke, bitch I’mma rob the hood
|
| I see your mans holding, yeah he got the goods
|
| Im in it for the money, get that understood
|
| Man everyday is Christmas, rob him for his bricks
|
| Bitches on my dick, I guess this glory shit
|
| Robbing pussy niggas for whatever licks
|
| Loving on these hoes, I ain’t never been
|
| If I spend my riches, I’mma rob shit
|
| Caught him lacking, leave him surfing through the lake
|
| Thirties turn your mans into a milk shake
|
| Holla' at my boys, yeah he want a plate
|
| Rob him for his pounds, if he holding weight
|
| Mask up, load and put 8 to hes face
|
| Tell him, I’mma rob him if I want something
|
| I got money, I got pounds, I dont need nothing
|
| Church talking, my niggas come clean up
|
| Put a suite on his ass, let him dream up
|
| I got money, I ain’t going broke
|
| Harry potter niggas seem to crack a joke
|
| Got your block surrounded like a bus stop
|
| News keep recording until the show stops
|
| We shoot your block up, we got your block hot
|
| My niggas coming through until the body drop
|
| Tech Nine’s, choppers get them all lauched
|
| Put these guns on his ass, leave his body shocked |