Robb Bank$ - Look Like Basquiat lyrics

[Cadie:] I'm happy [Robb Bank$:] Mhm, Mhm Savage, Life Spaceghostpurrp Lil b**h [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 And you owe me 4 for that whole thang, that's 36 deep I got yo' b**h trynna spoon I paint a picture with her hymen She dress up like Sailor Moon for my excitement Said "Wipe Me Down" I got a lot of money now, b**h Said "Wipe Me Down" I got a lot of money now, b**h! n***a get yo' mind right, still got work on deck Put you down with my connect if yo stocks right Get tangible with that tangerine, break it down so I can smoke it in the limelight And I got a new b**h, we looking up at the stars No ceiling like I'm tryna shoplift In a candy coated Van Gogh painted Lexus, art school b**h love when I scoop her in that sh** When I talk, know that that's pimp sh** mane Blow sick smoke, smell like incense mane Just bought a 5 and it grip my Hanes, and I put that on my momma like she Lisa Ann It was flown over seas just to get sent to me Hands stuck to my b**h tanlines while we at the beach And I jumped yo' homeboy, well sorry b**h I was on a bean I got my bud and my woodgrain steering wheel all from the Giving Tree My n***a, f** with me! Well I got yo' b**h rubbing all on her clit in that oh-10 I recline my seat and pull out my sh**, shoot one on her hood like I'm Zimmerman Handful of real n***as and I'm rolling with 'em b**h Young n***a only growin' pains I got is in my dick In the set with a redhead, battle to the d**h Look like First Form Cell all the freckles on her chest And I lay it all out Show 'em straight money so they know it's real Robb Bank$ to the public, but to my Zo's I'm Jean-Michel [Hook] I look like Basquiat, Basquiat b**h I look like Basquiat, Basquiat (x2) These hoes on my dick, so I'm going hard in the paint Me and Madonna got married and that h**n in my veins And I whip my hair back and forth, go ask ya man if he straight Just know I'm fresh off a Xan', tell that n***a give me something to paint Give me something to paint (x4) [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] And I got b**hes mixing my paint and getting high off of the fumes I'm taking b**hes out on dates and take them right back to my room Room 69 at the Fountainebleau, right before I smang me and her make a toast f**ing b**hes on my pottery wheel same skin tone as a motherf**ing ghost And I mix lemonade with that dirty And I take one sip and I'm higher than a b**h Pull out my dick and these hoes run And get paper towels for they head like Jadakiss s** my dick! I'm out here n***a yelling "s** my dick!" Lohan told them n***as "s** my dick!" Mill told them f** n***as "s** my dick" And I bet your b**h gonna wanna take a pic when I throw on all of these diamonds You see the accents when I'm shining like Keith Haring a set full of riders And I'm riding through my city painting on a pill painting all my sights in acrylics Got a AR that play dubstep if you try to come for my skrilla And I ain't tryna have no f** n***as up in my region My b**h and I made a smoke screen and I'm coughing and she wheezing [Hook] [Break] Money. Hoes. Money. Hoes [Verse 3] And now I don't count no money and I don't f** no hoes Cause now I got an accountant I'm never in town so these b**hes just gonna send nudes to my phone And I'm out in the Bahamas smoking wine milds in the grapevine Paid off that villa, but I'm only there up in the daytime And that's love to all of my Spring b**hes, Kisses to my Margate hoes Colgate for my incisors, platinum for my k9s And you bi n***as dressing in fur like what the f** Gotta rose gold wedding band and she still wanna f** I could run a hot wheel down her curves Still wanna f** even though my bathroom is his and hers My main b**h she just got a new whip, got her a baby Glock that tote right above her clit Queen of my Sparta in them gladiator flats Motherf**ing real b**h man she keep it 300 But no sweet sh** don't dap me, I ain't Freddy Straight like that, n***a straight like that WOBO hit it till' I get to the plastic on the black boy And all you n***as is tatted for no reason take it if you want it as a diss You doing cover-ups b**h and I'm doing the same thing with my dermatologist And if your lips touch my dick make sure that they filled with collagen, that's barbie b**h Hit my me if your a** want to menage again, and a bottle of that white Remy got my words all slurred And my hair getting longer, I'm Super Saiyan 3 n***a that's my word My n***as that's my word, n***a that's my word You n***as think you really f**ing with me? sure