Robb Bank$ - Mod Dress lyrics

[Verse 1: Phlo Finister] Grab my hand boy don't be scared I got the d** so stay right there You're sick as hell, your hot like fire All I wanna do is be your supplier Designer d**, I got em all Baby tell me what you want I'll put you on I know you're f**ed up your barely breathing now He on that c**a cola cla**ic never coming down [Hook] I don't got a friend I got stains on my mod dress He's laying on the floor his nose is bleeding out I don't got a friend I got stains on my mod dress He's laying on the floor his nose is bleeding out Stains on my mod dress, cause I got the coldest dope (x2) [Verse 2: Phlo Finister] I've been a bad girl, I've kissed the devils lips And now I'm guilty and I'm tripping off my innocence Chanel and coke, cigarette smoke The room is crowded and your eyes laying low Lets leave this place, wanna take you home Baby tell me what you want, I'll put you on I know you're f**ed up barely breathing now He on that c**a cola cla**ic never coming down [Hook] [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] You love me, or you wanna take a sip Do you want a family or do you want this dick sh** b**h I got three Alprazolams and I take them all to the head And you gon' lie on your back Shut the f** up while I'm pushing a little more in than the head b**h I'm bout that bread straight bout my cash If I wasn't I probably couldn't afford yo a** And you think you so big even on your knees Not worried about them other hoes but you need to be Aye get your focus off me and hit your cheap a** weed That I laced with a pill of what kind I didn't tell Little n***a from the dale and I ain't going back to jail Riding round with 16's like your album didn't sell b**h [Hook]