Robb Bank$ - Me and My n***as (Year) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Banks] My n***as go to sleep on Tuesday, wake up on Sunday My hoes sing the Weeknd in the shower After they take dick on Hump Day I got money in my pocket, lacing that swisher Sipping on tussin, regretting my high What a looker in that see through lace Won't take her shades off But if she did I bet she'd give me that eye Bought us tickets to fly to Cairo Now I'm swerving through the potholes Pillow talk secrets with tricks All because they was all models And I love how your complexion turn gold in the light But her white girls fun All because they all swallow Racial profiling, I love where this talk's going So keep boring me until I let you know The Champagne's unfrozen And she ain't got no Three 6 in her Herbie so to pa** the time Best believe I'll be counting the freckles on this Lohan Die slow f** boy, it's like that My n***a say throw some nugs in it While I freak, the black And if you close your eyes it makes the experience sweeter Purposely roll up a blunt she starts playing Khalifa [Hook] If you and your b**hes wanna ride with my n***as Get high with my n***as, puff loud with my n***as Me and my n***as you know we smoking that Haze Me and my n***as wanna slide with your b**hes Wanna vibe with your b**hes, wanna ride with your b**hes You and your b**hes, you know that you bout getting slayed (Watch your b**h, I'mma scoop that up) [Verse 2: Matt Meyer Lansky] Set up at that 27 Club So I stay getting so f**ed up and you watching me I got one life to live full of self-fulfilling prophecies Chasing my high I think they call that irrational, there's no stopping me Obviously I'mma do my thing, acting so obnoxiously I got your girl sitting pretty in an Aston Martin On our way to Baskin Robins, In Autumn mid August, riding through Gotham Hoping that this weed gonna' solve all our problems Cause dawg, I got no solution And I don't think it comes from these d** I'm using Abusing, and I don't even know what I'm doing I'm Warhol, he's Basquiat Make your girl say that's the spot When she grab my brush, and she paint that box Got a little smudge up on her smock I only bring hoes to the finest, 5-star Everything hotels, dining, day spas I don't rock Play Clothes, I rock FourStar I don't go to Dayglow, take your girl to Cape Cod Like ight' then, peace, one, bye! [Outro: Matt Meyer Lansky] Woke up on Tuesday went to sleep on a Sunday f** a Monday we call that bunday funday We live our lives one day and that be straight high Just wrote a screenplay the dialogue's in our mind And I don't want the check I just want the fame and I don't need these hoes I just want them to know my name [Outro: Robb Bank$] Yeah grew up so fast, never seen our lives change Nobody respect the struggle, but they all notice the pain