GROSS by Rob Forte Lyrics

[Intro: Rob Forte]
She only like the the money, we gross
She only like the the money, we gross
Ay, ay, ay, ay

[Chorus: Rob Forte]
Her sight, [?]
Brand new car, a Ghost
Gas pain, you choke
Your a bitch, she gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
She only likes the gas we smoke
She only like the money, we gross

Her sight, [?]
Brand new car, a Ghost
Gas pain, you choke
Your a bitch, she gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
She only likes the gas we smoke
She only like the money, we gross
[Verse: Yang Y]
Gross, gross
Gross, gross
That bitch only here for the money and go
Want me to buy her a new Gucci fur coat
She's only getting my dick in her throat
[?]
[?]
Bitches who trippin', I ain't tryna' fuck
Nut in her face then I hop in a Porsche

Going faster than most
When I speed up they can not see me
No I don't let her boast
My jewelry make shawty crazy
Bop that shit on my phone
Said she wants to hump my baby
I know that she a god
Tell her no 'cause I can't be coughed
Watch walk on that scene like boss
Standin' flexin' next to my bitch I floss
But you can try to rob me, I know
[?]
I doubt the damn bitches know the cost
[?] you can't afford
Too ice on my wrist, I froze
[?]
[Bridge: Rob Forte]
Fuck
Your bitch she gross, Your bitch she gross (gross, gross)
[?]
I ain't gonna' worry bout' none of these hoes
'Cause they only like the money we gross

[Chorus: Rob Forte]
Her sight, [?]
Brand new car, a Ghost
Gas pain, you choke
Your a bitch, she gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
She only likes the gas we smoke
She only like the money, we gross

Her sight, [?]
Brand new car, a Ghost
Gas pain, you choke
Your a bitch, she gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
Gross
She only likes the gas we smoke
She only like the money, we gross