Bathrobe

Baby why we got to go through this
You see me here in all this expensive fabric
Like, Caress me or something baby
Rub my feet, feed me grapes
C'mon

I'm just chillin in my bathrobe (I'm just chillin')
I fuck your bitch in my bathrobe (I fuck your bitch)
I smoke a blunt in my bathrobe (I smoke my blunt)
I count my money in my bathrobe (I count my money)

I mean I'm sayin' baby
Call me when you stop with your bullshit
Ah ha

Ouh she fuck me while I count my money
She just wanna to use me, she dont really love me
She only hit my line when she fight with hubby
She a bad bitch ain't no features ugly

So I tell her to come over
She fuck me better when she isn't sober
She said she think we getting closer
While I'm on her walls, call me poster

Egyptian cotton know you feel the fabric
The way the silk caress your ass make me wanna grab it
The sex good
But don't make it a habit
With energies and vibes a touch can cause some static

She sip my drip like lean and became a addict
She sip my drip like lean and became a addict
She sip my drip like lean and became a addict
She sip my drip like lean and became a addict

I'm just chillin in my bathrobe (I'm just chillin')
I fuck your bitch in my bathrobe (I fuck your bitch)
I smoke a blunt in my bathrobe (I smoke my blunt)
I count my money in my bathrobe (I count my money)

I'm just chillin in my bathrobe (I'm just chillin')
I fuck your bitch in my bathrobe (I fuck your bitch)
I smoke a blunt in my bathrobe (I smoke my blunt)
I count my money in my bathrobe (I count my money)

In my bathrobe (I count my money)
In my bathrobe



Credits
Writer(s): Luis Soto
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