Robb Bank$ - TOLD RICHIE WE RICH (PERCOCET 5MG) lyrics

I got MDMA, Adderall
Bromo, Dragonfly, Codeine, oxy's
Like, Molly, I got some Ibuprofen, Asprin
I got Flintstone gummies if you want
Run that shit back
I just told Richie that we rich, nigga
Yee,  yee,  yee,  yee all these bitch niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah,  yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
(What it is, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Top notch, bitches love the speed racer
Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her
I never learned how not to be a player
Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators

Real Florida baby, I'ma wake the neighbors
I told that bitch get out my
Ride before I make her, yeah
I'm on Knob Hill Road, in a scraper
My freak gon' slob up on my
Knob until her face hurt
I told Richie we had accumulated millions
I got a bad yellow bitch, Lisa Simpson
Said "you a handsome devil
" lucky that you Christian
Can't fuck with fashion
Then she got sac-religious
I'm the Carter now, I'm way, way too official
Femto starter kit for clones and my children
And that bitch led you on, I'm shoppin' in my
My ex don't fuck me no more
Said my dick vengeful (yeah)

Top notch, bitched love the speed racer
Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her
I never learned how not to be a player
Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators

Run that shit back run that shit back (Ahh)
I think I might be happy (Rich Gang)