Wat U Thinkin - Rob Vicious

Park my car, when I swing my door, smell just like liquor

I’m a drinker, not a sipper

Life I live is very fleetin'

Somebody with me or right now I think I’m dreaming

And yeah, that money dirty, ho, I need to clean it

I ain’t know that money wasn’t shit until a nigga seen it

But I know what you thinkin', what you thinkin', what you thinkin'

I know you might be thinkin' that I’m just talkin' 'cause I been drinkin'

I know you won’t believe it 'til you see it, but I need you to believe it

I ain’t gon' say this shit, I don’t really mean it

My young boys really demons, rip a nigga into pieces

Pray to God you with that shit that you be streaming

Swear when I be drinkin', I see angels, I hear demons

Might sound crazy, but that bullshit keep me breathing

Park my car, when I swing my door, smell just like liquor

Need to slow down on the drink, I feel it in my liver

Know I got my pistol if I ain’t got my nigga

Don’t know where I’d be if I ain’t have my pistol

Fuck them critics, don’t compare me to no nigga

Robbie Vicious all I see up in that mirror

I thought money’d show these niggas the bigger picture

And yeah, it’s fuck them niggas, but I don’t heil Hitler

Who ain’t eatin'? I brought my whole gang dinner, ayy

These niggas beefin' like them poles ain’t in here

Get out my ear, don’t wanna hear no lame nigga

All these years and I remained the same nigga

Yeah, that money dirty, ho, I know I need to clean it

I ain’t never touched a hundred 'til I seen it

I ain’t really map it out, I just said fuck it, I’ma wing it

This the house you trappin' out, then I’ma sting it

Life I live is very fleetin'

Somebody with me or right now I think I’m dreaming

And yeah, that money dirty, ho, I need to clean it

I ain’t know that money wasn’t shit until a nigga seen it

But I know what you thinkin', what you thinkin', what you thinkin'

I know you might be thinkin' that I’m just talkin' 'cause I been drinkin'

I know you won’t believe it 'til you see it, but I need you to believe it

I ain’t gon' say this shit, I don’t really mean it

Yeah, that money dirty, ho, I know I need to clean it

I ain’t never touched a hundred 'til I seen it

I ain’t really map it out, I just said fuck it, I’ma wing it

This the house you trappin' out, then I’ma sting it