Robinhood (feat. Juicy)

Ayy, ayy, it's big, it's big money, yeah, yeah
Ooh, sad, killed it
It's money on the floor, bro, bitch, get your back up
4G out her feet on my Jeep when I back up

Double C handbag, credit card platinum
I don't want your nigga pussy, hoe, you can have him
Everything God touch is exclusive
Hood bitch, bougie, baby, Glock in the Louis

Got my own shit, ran it up, I ain't stupid
Came from the bottom, thought a broke bitch knew me
Boy, you know this pussy is juicy
Fice star, sweet penthouse, making movies

How that nigga buy me Prada and Gucci
Titties right, ass fat, bad bitch a cutie
Ayy, pull out this Drake and these niggas straight Joshin
I be straight, geek, geek, nigga, being poppin

Nigga thought shit was green, so I had to red dot him
Bitch pulled out my lean, so we had a big problem
Cartier is on, can't see the hate
Never won a job, got a tat on my face

But still do the job if my nigga found a place
When I smack your bitch ass, she got a smile on her face
Ooh, ooh, she said she like that
I'ma beat her back and give her right back

And she getting when he's not no outback
Fuck her in the car, she don't know where my house at
Diamonds bling, bling, and my eyes ching, ching
Name another nigga getting money like me

Bitch, I'm wait, I-N-G
And we getting all the drops, cause we tipping all the dancers
When I'm with your bitch, don't call, she won't answer
Nigga want smoking, got diagnosed with cancer

Started something beef, then he moved to Atlanta
Getting all this money, so you know I'm all good
Started out robbing niggas, now I'm up on Robin Hood



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Writer(s): Malik Alexander
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