"MS. ROBIN$ON" lyrics
Man, I could've-
I'm tired of being humble for these hoes, man
We ain't the same
I ain't gon' lie, hmm
Man
Man, I could've started a franchise
All this ice I done bought
All them cold-ass winters I done fought
Man, I could've made a fan cry
Counting money till my hands tired
Could've bought that fucking land twice
Could've bought a Cullinan
On some cash money stunna shit
Penthouse views, nigga, I'on do the humble shit
Cuban links
I'on do the ropes, ain't no jumping in
Say she fucking with me
Ask that broke ho how she bumming then
Huh, went and bought some whips
Huh, went and multiplied all them dividends
Every dollar I done touched came back, brought a friend
Ain't no L's on my check, bitch, it's only M's
My sis straight
Bro done went and found a good bitch
My mama open group homes and now she hood rich
'Bout to buy a new Benz, but that's for lil' sis
Left the bank and broke the band on them blue strips
I can't trust no bitch
These hoes switch like it's the end of my blick
Nigga, I can't trust no bitch
I been clutching on my five since it was like '06, nigga
Huh, 'bout to run a play like a blitz, nigga
Huh, why these bitches hate? 'Cause I'm rich, nigga
Lay a bitch down like a lace, I'on trip, nigga
I be in and out the A like I'm Tip, nigga
They like, "Key, get in that mode, what you waiting for?"
I keep telling them, "Be careful what you ask for"
When I drop, I'm throwing bitches where the trash go
Right back on they ass
Talkin' 'bout foot back on the gas, ho
I'm on they ass, ho, come on
Come on (Sheesh)
I told these nigga these bitches ain't fucking with me
I'm talking 'bout yo' favorite rapper, bitch
Hmm, on God
So much motherfucking money, I can't keep count
Spend a little, spend a lot
Bitch, it ain't a drought
Walk inside the bank, they smile before I fill it out
Like, "Hi, Miss Robinson, today how much you gon' be pulling out?"
Told 'em make it neat
I don't like hundreds folded
Every time I level up, them bitches swear I sold it
Never needed validation, bitch, I know it's golden
Neck frozen, wrist frozen
Come down beating down yo' door like Jehovah
While I'm balling, bitches watching from the nosebleeds
Oh, you the one? Shit, ain't nobody told me
I'm a shark up in this water, you got cold feet
Nigga fans, they still in love with the old me
Trying to keep me 'round forever like a trophy
All this Rick, I don't give a fuck 'bout who owe me
I was born alone
Fuck the top being lonely, nigga
Come on
Yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Freestyle 3, nigga
Keep all that shit, Reef
Hey, Lakeyah
Man, I could've bought a franchise, nigga
I'm tired of being humble for these hoes, man
We ain't the same
I ain't gon' lie, hmm
Man
Man, I could've started a franchise
All this ice I done bought
All them cold-ass winters I done fought
Man, I could've made a fan cry
Counting money till my hands tired
Could've bought that fucking land twice
Could've bought a Cullinan
On some cash money stunna shit
Penthouse views, nigga, I'on do the humble shit
Cuban links
I'on do the ropes, ain't no jumping in
Say she fucking with me
Ask that broke ho how she bumming then
Huh, went and bought some whips
Huh, went and multiplied all them dividends
Every dollar I done touched came back, brought a friend
Ain't no L's on my check, bitch, it's only M's
My sis straight
Bro done went and found a good bitch
My mama open group homes and now she hood rich
'Bout to buy a new Benz, but that's for lil' sis
Left the bank and broke the band on them blue strips
I can't trust no bitch
These hoes switch like it's the end of my blick
Nigga, I can't trust no bitch
I been clutching on my five since it was like '06, nigga
Huh, 'bout to run a play like a blitz, nigga
Huh, why these bitches hate? 'Cause I'm rich, nigga
Lay a bitch down like a lace, I'on trip, nigga
I be in and out the A like I'm Tip, nigga
They like, "Key, get in that mode, what you waiting for?"
I keep telling them, "Be careful what you ask for"
When I drop, I'm throwing bitches where the trash go
Right back on they ass
Talkin' 'bout foot back on the gas, ho
I'm on they ass, ho, come on
Come on (Sheesh)
I told these nigga these bitches ain't fucking with me
I'm talking 'bout yo' favorite rapper, bitch
Hmm, on God
So much motherfucking money, I can't keep count
Spend a little, spend a lot
Bitch, it ain't a drought
Walk inside the bank, they smile before I fill it out
Like, "Hi, Miss Robinson, today how much you gon' be pulling out?"
Told 'em make it neat
I don't like hundreds folded
Every time I level up, them bitches swear I sold it
Never needed validation, bitch, I know it's golden
Neck frozen, wrist frozen
Come down beating down yo' door like Jehovah
While I'm balling, bitches watching from the nosebleeds
Oh, you the one? Shit, ain't nobody told me
I'm a shark up in this water, you got cold feet
Nigga fans, they still in love with the old me
Trying to keep me 'round forever like a trophy
All this Rick, I don't give a fuck 'bout who owe me
I was born alone
Fuck the top being lonely, nigga
Come on
Yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Freestyle 3, nigga
Keep all that shit, Reef
Hey, Lakeyah
Man, I could've bought a franchise, nigga
