Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Livin Like Dat

Hey, Cris, fuck you
Fuck it
Dinero
Dinero, let them know what’s wrong with their head though

Niggas ain’t livin’ like that, fuck niggas ain’t livin’ like that (huh, huh)
Niggas ain’t livin’ like that, fuck nigga ain’t livin’ like that (huh, huh)
Niggas ain’t livin’ like that, fuck nigga, you ain’t livin’ like that (huh, huh)
Niggas ain’t livin’ like that, fuck nigga, you ain’t living like that (tuh, huh)

Was just on the nine block (hah), I smoke ’bout nine Glocks (huh, huh)
Bitch, I’m in New York (huh, huh) , I feel like Pete Rock (huh, huh, huh, huh)
I got a new bitch (tuh), she like her knees knocked (woo, woo, woo, woo, SSET)
I smoke a Newport (tuh), I got- let me talk my shit (huh)
Ten for the show (huh), fifty off the boat (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Bitch give me throat (huh), I’ma say no (tuh, tuh, tuh)
No, you ain’t fixed, you broke (SSET), I can see it through the scope (SSET, SSET, SSET)
Tryna ride my wave (yuh), end up on that shore (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Seven days of the week, young nigga on fleek, in the LV fleece and that bitch look chic (huh)
Wanna ride with a chief, wanna slide with me, wanna suck up on her knees, wanna fuck my team
Go to Hollis on redrum (huh), NY with my gun (tuh)
Razor blade on my tongue (yuh, yuh), nigga, these facts, no cap, no stunts (yuh, yuh, SSET)

I got the keys to the Jeep, go and grab you a seat, ride me, me, me, me, me, me, me (yuh, yuh, yuh)
I got the keys to the Jeep, go and grab you a seat, ride me, me, me, me, me, me, me (skrt)
I got the keys to the Jeep, go and grab you a seat, ride me, me, me, me, me, me, me (yuh)
I got the keys to the Jeep, go and grab you a seat, ride me, me, me, me, me, me, me (woo, woo, woo, woo)

Niggas ain’t livin’ like that, fuck niggas ain’t livin’ like that (no, not at all)
Niggas ain’t livin’ like that, fuck nigga ain’t livin’ like that (watch how we ball)

How you gon’ stop me, lil boy? How you gon’ stop me, lil boy? (Stop, stop)
How you gon’ stop me, lil boy? How you gon’ stop me, lil boy? (Lil boy, lil)
Walk it, I talk it, lil boy, walk it, I talk it, lil boy (boy, boy)
Fuck it and bucket, lil boy, dogs don’t bark it, lil boy (boy, boy)
I take them Perkys and Xan, bitch, I’m the man, shoot at your bitch on the Xan
I bought your bitch a new Benz, I got the racks, do what I want with the sack (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Say it’s price on my head, boy, that’s a cap, I know you ain’t got no bread (tuh, tuh)
I know you’re hungry in bed, I know that you in your feelings probably tryna play (SSET, SSET, SSET)
Phone, really, really on that boy
Really, really keep that toy, really, really squeeze that bitch, huh
I’ma let it sing like Lauryn, uh, young Prometheus, huh
Niggas up and took that boy and he stepped into that void (hey, hey, hey)

Came around, bitch got new drip (huh)
Bad ass bitch, got new tits (ah)
Fuck what I mean, uh