J.Robb - i.got.standards

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Ooh, all of them bitches exotic
Cars robotic, we go retarded (Hooh)
Hop in a foreign, don’t need the top
When I get home, I need the top (Wow)
Louis Vuitton when I leave the house (Skrrt)
She got a ass and a greasy mouth (Hooh)
She wanna twerk when I leave the house (Wait)
Gucci that belt, I don’t leave it out (Wow, brr)
Yeah, I got standards, diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh, cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, I got standards, uh diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (Right)
Kool-Aid jammer (Sauce), cookie pack on camera, yeah (Alright)
She wanna twerk on my chain, gettin' that brain, swerve in your lane, uh
I fuck her, knock off her bonnet, I had to get it, I want it, honest,
yeah (Hooh)
Ooh, private jet, Nike tech, she up next (Check, right)
When you a boss, don’t take a loss, count up a check (That's right)
SoHo plate, never late, go on dates (Hooh)
When you get up, they hate, uh
Diamonds, they drip like a lake (Hooh)
Ollie a ten, kickflip a eight, nigga I skate (Yeah)
Nigga, I got standards, uh diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (Alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh, cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I got standards, uh diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (Alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh), cookie pack on camera,
yeah (Ayy)
I got standards, suck on my nuts like Planters