[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Look, only thing a motherfucker ever told me was "Get your money"
That's the only thing that ever mattered honestly
Can't get paid in a earth this big....
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Look, ayo, ayo, ayo
I came up when I learned every dollar ain't savable
Spend five to make ten you can't be lackadaisical
It blew my mind when I learned coke was microwavable
Plenty tricks I learned in the trade to help me make it through
For evеrything I didn't have my hunger was insatiable
Now I need my cash up front pussy its pay-pеr-view
Like only fans what's the plans if you ain't profiting
If not you just a waste of oxygen
I'm poppin' in different cities and states when they said my fate' be prison gates
I changed mine, stable way of living now my shit is straight
But still grimy like duct tape on a thirty-eight
Respect you either earn or take (give me mine)
For so long I was in survival mode ask me "How I made it"
I'll say "I don't know" I guess I'm God's favorite in designer clothes
The results of me livin' so rapid only time will show
We did crimes for Rolex watches, gold, and diamond roll
[Hook: Rome Streetz]
As the world turns and the weed burn slow
Only motherfuckin' thing you need to know is earn dough
That's it my nigga, ain't nothing too it
Keep a fly bitch on my side and a nine for Judas
As the world turns and the weed burn slow
Only motherfuckin' thing you need to know is earn dough
That's it my nigga, ain't nothing too it
Keep a fly bitch on my side and a nine for Judas
Look, only thing a motherfucker ever told me was "Get your money"
That's the only thing that ever mattered honestly
Can't get paid in a earth this big....
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Look, ayo, ayo, ayo
I came up when I learned every dollar ain't savable
Spend five to make ten you can't be lackadaisical
It blew my mind when I learned coke was microwavable
Plenty tricks I learned in the trade to help me make it through
For evеrything I didn't have my hunger was insatiable
Now I need my cash up front pussy its pay-pеr-view
Like only fans what's the plans if you ain't profiting
If not you just a waste of oxygen
I'm poppin' in different cities and states when they said my fate' be prison gates
I changed mine, stable way of living now my shit is straight
But still grimy like duct tape on a thirty-eight
Respect you either earn or take (give me mine)
For so long I was in survival mode ask me "How I made it"
I'll say "I don't know" I guess I'm God's favorite in designer clothes
The results of me livin' so rapid only time will show
We did crimes for Rolex watches, gold, and diamond roll
[Hook: Rome Streetz]
As the world turns and the weed burn slow
Only motherfuckin' thing you need to know is earn dough
That's it my nigga, ain't nothing too it
Keep a fly bitch on my side and a nine for Judas
As the world turns and the weed burn slow
Only motherfuckin' thing you need to know is earn dough
That's it my nigga, ain't nothing too it
Keep a fly bitch on my side and a nine for Judas
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