Robert Dinero

On top of the world
And these days im rockin the earlobe
I walk buildin you talkin to me like I'm
Robert dinero
How i got my wrist so frozen They wonderin why the Themometer zero
I remember being left out in middle school
Hoes used to call me weirdo

My momma said i gotta get it
I wake up n make it official
I'm climbin I ain't gotta limit
I'm Flipping the cake like a gymnast
I been riding thru the 7
I'm whippin next to politicians
I been slidin wit no effort
Investin my check in the millions
William Wallace killin these hoes
Stick in my hand
Lydia ko
I need the Gullah now gimme the dough
I got the naan like them Indian folks
Woah Ayy
Easy wait
Cheesin on em Stevie j
Saucin on em while I'm golfin
Bitch I'm on the pga
Young phenomena
Put my lady first ain't no melania
I'm tryna fuck
Ooo that booty wider than a tanka truck
Hit that kama sutra while I'm Moving right
Inside them Guts
You know how I like it face down and that punani Up
Bitch I'm gudda
Been grindin thru the summer
Got my eye up on the prize
Up at top n I been gunnin
On 100
I been a 100 miles runnin
Everything you tryna do
Bitch I've already done it

All I wanted
Was some money and bad bitch
Funny how I ended up with both up in my mattress
On my trap shit
I got Benjamin's doin backflips
If they act slick
I Crack lips fuck uh chapstick Woah
Ohh my golly
Way I kick it old miyagi
Ochie wally Hoe be silent
Eat my Dick like kobeyashi
Oh be honest I got options
On that Eenie miney mo
I might grab her by the beanie
Jam my weenie down her throat
We shut it down on the upper floor
I take an elevator to the top
We don't do stairs like bungalow
Wing man like uh buffalo
Ski mask wit the knife on em
I might fuck around n go n cut a throat
I might wake up in the morning surrounded By bitches n find me a couple moh
Woah woah
Eons beyond these peon ima line em up
I'm don't plan stoppin til the night
Me n Rihanna fuck
Up in that ohh nah nah
Pile drivin til the condom bust
Better yet I'll
Settle for the head like a yamaka
Bitch I'm gudda
Been grindin thru the summer
Got my eye up on the prize
Up at top n I been gunnin
On 100
I been a 100 miles runnin
Everything you tryna do
Bitch I've already done it



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Writer(s): Alexander Bryant
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