Easy Way* Roddy Ricch

[Intro]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus]
I gotta make sure the kids is straight, fuck the TSA
We was sending packs across the states, a hundred P's a day
And my nigga bust a lick and hop right on the PJ
I been hoppin' continents nigga I didn't take the easy way
Me and my niggas go round for round
See him we spinning the block again
I got real shooters with me, Western Conference top ten
I don't mean to brag of boast, I got gas like Texaco
My plug in Mexico, my cuban a jetski, woah

[Verse 1]
They can't stop it a hundred million, I want the whole beef
[?] a week, four by four, no Jeep
I like my money Meek, I like my bitches fleek
I like my kitchen trapped down so I gotta keep thе heat
Every time thе feens want it I gotta get up better
And my [?] shawty on my mattress cause she badder
But I can't put none pass the cheese I love the cheddar
I'm in the wind, I got wings like a Tesla
If I see it then I buy it, you don't know what to expect
I can go and cop a Rolls but I can make you second guess
Dough been cooking like it's bacon got the vacant on the jet
I been lacing all these Maison's, she been tasting my success