Quaking Rocko Ballin

[Chorus]
Yeah
Get that money and lie to your honor
Shorty quacking but I ain't even bothered
She gon' fuck for a couple of dollars
Fuck the Boomer, Blaze hittin' me harder
Better watch how you bending that car up
[?] with me and we already charged up
I was dummy now I'm living larger
Jump out that beamer it was just a Honda
Maybe it's the way that you look at me
Maybe that designer look good on me
Leave 'em laying down while we smoke on T
Lay a hunnid down on my jewelry
Maybe you just slumped out feel alonе
Nice being out with what you do for me
And free all my fеlons when they hit my phone
I just be reminiscing how it used to be

[Verse]
I cannot repent my part
They take advantage that's what made me & my heart turn cold
Mama you played your part but I had to get it I cannot wait on a soul
Mixing the Louis with Prada, Gabanna now I’m lookin’ too fly
Devil play with you know I’m siding i’m letting a few fly
Still be having battles with the reaper, this an automatic don’t you creep up
Bae I want a patek I don’t need love
Why he said he had it, he ain’t squeeze on nothing
Why you bluffin’ nigga? Didn’t you hear what happened to the other nigga?
Amiri denim ima stuff it in ‘em
If they got it why they think they better than ‘em?
I been gettin’ more cheddar, know they like “When is they gon’ get ‘em?”
I ain’t duckin’ no pressure
Brodie hit ‘em he an go-getter