เนื้อเพลง Lob - Kid Ink

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Ooh, ah yeah

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that b*tch a Lob, threw that b*tch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that b*tch a lob, threw that b*tch a lob

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag
Backwood if you really 'bout that smoke
Know your type, only n*ggas that ain't broke
Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy
Your skin color a bottle of Yoo-hoo
That big old dude, I point and shoot
Came with the truth, case n*ggas start actin' boof
I can't refuse, she with y'all
Least she fighter with the moves
I threw that lob like I coulda went to Duke
Lil baby, it's just right 'cause she demand
Walk it like I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that b*tch a lob, threw that b*tch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that b*tch a lob, threw that b*tch a lob

[Verse 2: Rory Fresco]
It ain't nothin' to me, jewelry cold like one degree
I'ma throw it all, it's gon' fall from a hundred feet
Rory don't do nothin' cheap, don't sleep at the Double Tree
Bad b*tches run at me like, can you give me somethin' to see?
She gon' go long for the throat, my son her
And she all alone on her own, need a sponsor
I threw all this cash, if I do my math right
You just do a sash, I go through the smash
Livin' stupid fast, b*tch, I do the dash
It ain't same type of sh*t that will get you to crash
Just know who in first, don't know who in last
I just threw the bag, if the truth be asked

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that b*tch a lob, threw that b*tch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that b*tch a lob, threw that b*tch a lob

[Verse 3: Juliann Alexander]
I could tell that she a fan, I'm a rock star with no band
I get money in advance, then I do my money dance
Can you throw it back on me by chance?
You a bad b*tch, you ain't innocent
I just walked in with a brand new b*tch
And a rock star clique, you can s*ck my d*ck
Rest in peace to Lil Peep, took a Xan in the whip
Swervin' on a highway, swervin' on your b*tch

[Outro: Kid Ink]
Pop a willy with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that b*tch a lob, ooh that sh*t a vibe
Ooh, ah yeah