Highway Robbery - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Bitch, this a highway robbery

Trick, all my 304s charge a fee

You sick if you think I'm fuckin' on this bitch

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Aye, stepped in the game like who that?

Check 15 out that bitch, then I blew that (Woo, woo)

Cause I been on the road for a month

I been smoking out the P, I ain't into matching blunts, aye, aye

Nigga you ain't never ran it up

12 in the morning, I be on the money hunt

Steak at Ruth Chris, spent 200 on a lunch

Bought a toy Bentley truck for my son turning 1

Aye, mama told me stay up out of jail

But my PO don't wanna see me prevail

Free my cousin out that jam, he still fighting off a L

Stay solid in that jail, take the bread roll in his cell

Aye, just touched down and caused hell

Ain't get no mail when I was locked in that cell

Ain't nobody hold me down, everybody else fell

So I'ma stack this money, middle fingers in the air, woo

I keep 30 for whoever plotting, aye, aye

Blue hunnids stuffed in my pockets, aye

I don't fuck with new niggas, gotta watch 'em

Plotting on his chain, like a cradle I'ma rock 'em, woo, woo

Sucker duckin' and I'm dummy dodging

304 came with that bag, make deposits

Police on my ass and I know that they watchin'

But I can stop doin' kick-outs and breaking pockets

Aye, the whole damn family gotta eat

When it come to this money, I can never miss a beat

Without 10 toes, how you stand on yo feet?

Without 10 toes, how you cross all yo T's?

Bitch, this a highway robbery

Trick, all my 304s charge a fee

You sick if you think I'm fuckin' on this bitch

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Aye, aye