Rob Van Dam

Hold up let me get the printer right

Bad bitches in the BNB
Perky got the ball
Yea I grind like its three of me
Circle small the shit jus like a DVD
Red Migo
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go

I aint satisfied till I'm on
Got big visions what you call that
Money coming everywhere I know
Uma big hustler yea I'm all that
My dawg hit me with a lil jwet
Aint nothing to a nigga ima sauce that
The hating ass nigga looking mad
And he came with his bitch
Guess he offering
Hundred dollar three five smoke
That Zaza shit got her coughing
Put life in ya bitch for the moment
The silly lil bitch really think she my owner
Im confident I'm like show me my opponent
Its up on a Tuesday and know I aint mokkonen
She suck on the first night she say she aint shonin
They can't picture me broke cuz no
Nigga on it
And
I can't take opps serious they can interfere it
And
Money counter beeping bitch tryna miss her period
And
Last year touch two hundred k shit up my spirit
Whole team in hell cat track hawks yea its
Fast and furious
Got the Percocet with the triz
Now I need me a brand new liver
On the moon trap stay open
These nigga long John silver
And the Zaza stay potent
That shit from the river
My dog said bro you gone be rich
I said I know my nigga

Yea perky god steady grinding
Like its three of me
Blow the money fast
Bitch this my crib this aint no BNB
I put that bread before the hoe
They start to envy me
She talking bout my lost
That shit won't appear
To me