[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
I got money on my radar, I grind on my day off
Got introduced to the block the day the boy got laid off
Had a cherry red Monte Carlo, drove it like a race car
Smoking like I'm Nate Dogg, I'm talking every day dog
Quiet kid I never said much
My uncle told me get paid and never take no pay cut
Good times coming I told my nigga keep his head up
Stack his bread up
I said we all we got, he like "straight up"
I brush my teeth, say my prayers when I wake up
Do eat scrape the plate up, I'm shining like a Jacob
Bring your A-game, my niggas rep the same gang
Area tre one coming through like a freight train
And I prefer Henney over champagne
Route for president hold the world with my bare hands
A trap [?] boy like Bob Marley
It's money over bitches, bitch be lucky if I call ya

[Verse 2: Mal Dibiase]
From that penny in my loafers to this chip on my shoulder
Feeling like fuck yall, game over
Playtime expired new sires
Three kings, get cream spit fire
Life goals is over right now life blows
Hoes being hoes and niggas being niggas and
Cops killing niggas man anything goes
If you can't see that then your eyes wide closed
I see a different world [?]
Who you hotter than boy we hot as parliament
Shout out miss [?]
Made sure a nigga ate, made sure a nigga straight
She throw seconds on your plate
Any second, always early never late
I seen the future, already we hella straight
Sipping duce, levitate with the bouquet
Yeah
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