Rob Berry - Outdoor Girl lyrics

To Miami, bitch we’re drivin’
In the sea we are divin’
Broken Boys are in the drive-in
(We are starving playin too much starwing)
Got ma falafel on the plate
Chicken peas, tastes great
We just hanging at the library
We always drunk at our winery
If you ask me for a date
Bitch I’m always too late
Gonna fuck her anyway smoke in my lungs
Like I’m Charlie Sheen
While I listen to yung lean
Why you’re throwing up gang signs?
Go and take snow caine lines
(Fuck the police we pop mollyyyyysss)

All this money I’m countin
While bitches do some pountin
And all drugs are around me
Bitches always found me
When I’m high like a mountain
We have no recording deal cause we stay real

Bitch, get on your knees
Bitch, call me a money-g
Cause you’re my honeybee
In my room and outdoors
We’re poppin these pills
We’re droppin our skills
We’re paying all bills
We’ve got hunnid dollar bills
We’ve got money in our bags
We’ve got mary jane in stacks
Look at this Bill Gates, he is deeply in debt
We are takin over rap
Punchin all these rap fags none
Of them is on my tracks
Cause, I got my own swag
And these weirdos are so whack
So here I got it, do you see my stack
Lots of Benjamins in my pocket
Kahee Boys here, we rock it

All this money I’m countin
While bitches do some pountin
And all drugs are around me
Bitches always found me
When I’m high like a mountain
We have no recording deal cause we stay real

Falafel on the plate i’m always too late
Money in my pocket don’t wear bucket (hats)
I’m mothafuckin high, smokin heroin
I’m high in the sky, sippin purple lean
Broken Boys on deck we’ll be back, like Arnie
All these boring bitches getting horny