Robbery Lyrics

Stuntin' in the club

Feelin' saucy

Cuban on my body

Look like money

It's a robbery

Rich hitta countin' figures

Til my fingers fallin' off me

I'm the number one

How they get along without me?

Wanna run around

With the top dog

It gon' cost ya

Upgrade the Honda to a Wagon

Skip the Mazda

Update my ticket to first class

Closet fresh to death

My shoes came with a toe tag

Penny's on my feet

Talkin' bout the throwbacks

Snappin' on the beat

Without a filter like Kodak

Do it for the process

Ain't worried bout no stats

Countin' up the profits

But y'all already know that

Flexin' on my haters

That's the regular

Diamonds in my chain

Sparklin' like it's Seven-Up

Stompin' on you lames

I'm the only one that's steppin' up

Gas the V12 hear it revvin' up

Bruce Wayne like a spaceship

Crashed it in the nebula

Music over money

That's my second love

I'm so fly that the pilot

Callin' me to fly us in

Woke up choosin' violence

Now i'm smokin' on the vitamins

Twelve comin' round

But i never let 'em in

Just a lil soirée

Homie let me live

I got too much in the pocket

To let 'em blitz

Schemin' on my options

Got hella hits

Stuntin' in the club

Feelin' saucy

Cuban on my body

Look like money

It's a robbery

Rich hitta countin' figures

Til my fingers fallin' off me

I'm the number one

How they get along without me?

Wanna run around

With the top dog

It gon' cost ya

Upgrade the Honda to a Wagon

Skip the Mazda

Update my ticket to first class

Closet fresh to death

My shoes came with a toe tag

Penny's on my feet

Talkin' bout the throwbacks

Snappin' on the beat

Without a filter like Kodak

Do it for the process

Ain't worried bout no stats

Countin' up the profits

But y'all already know that

Billies always blue

Call 'em BB King

Hendrix on the Fender

How i play the strings

Shakin' the defender

With a double move up the seam

Double clutch double up

How i'm runnin' things

They say my movement

Look different

Theres no box i fit in

So don't even try

Two tone was gifted

You can't even get this

Don't come out til Christmas

And they wonder why

Flexin' on my haters

That's the regular

Diamonds in my chain

Sparklin' like it's Seven-Up

Stompin' on you lames

I'm the only one that's steppin' up

Gas the V12 hear it revvin' up

Bruce Wayne like a spaceship

Crashed it in the nebula

Music over money

That's my second love

Met a lotta people

But it's family over everyone

Gang gang gang

What I'm sayin' to 'em

Stuntin' in the club

Feelin' saucy

Cuban on my body

Look like money

It's a robbery

Rich hitta countin' figures

Til my fingers fallin' off me

I'm the number one

How they get along without me?

Wanna run around

With the top dog

It gon' cost ya

Upgrade the Honda to a Wagon

Skip the Mazda

Update my ticket to first class

Closet fresh to death

My shoes came with a toe tag

(Penny's on my feet)

(Talkin' bout the throwbacks)

(Yeah)

(Snappin' on the beat)

(Without a filter like Kodak)

(Yeah)

(Do it for the process)

(Ain't worried bout no stats)

(Countin' up the profits)

(But y'all already know that)