[Produced by: Bewill & Kydnice]
[Verse 1: Roddy]
She asked "what's better than pussy?" I said, "getting money"
Fuck talking about, bitch be about it
They better ask about me, I been 'bout about it
I'm just a lil nigga in a wide body
Lame niggas better pay homage, this king Roddy
Bitch get this shit right
I know I'm that nigga, no need to remind me
They chopping them bricks, like Mr. Miyagi
She asked "what's better than pussy?" I said, "getting money"
The hood on fire when they shooting that thunder
And that ain't no lie
When I'm over that stove I know just what I'm doing
When I hustle that work, I be sticking and moving
Used to dream 'bout this shit, but this shit then came true
I'm feeling like Pac, I'm feeling like Q, bitch I got the juice, like
[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
Smoking one for my real niggas
Pouring two for my real bitches
I'm smoking loud, bet the neighbors hear us
I'mma pull up, you won't see who in it
I'm with a bad bitch and my windows tinted
She rolling up, she wanna get lifted
While I'm counting up cause I love digits
And lame niggas can't kick it with us
Bad bitches is chilling with us
In awe, you can never get her
I hope you got your own weed
Cause nigga, you ain't smoking with her
I'm too real I could never fold
I'm telling stories you ain't never told
Simmie the nigga, I'm stacking the paper up
I got hundreds that's hella old
Your bitch in my cellphone
While you were sitting home
Mac shit, I'm dropping the Rolls Royce after we get it on (Yung Simmie)
Cause you got a fat ass, and I had to give her something to sit it on
When I hit it from the back, make her look back, cause you know that shit just turn me on, ball
Jet Life 275 shit
[Verse 1: Roddy]
She asked "what's better than pussy?" I said, "getting money"
Fuck talking about, bitch be about it
They better ask about me, I been 'bout about it
I'm just a lil nigga in a wide body
Lame niggas better pay homage, this king Roddy
Bitch get this shit right
I know I'm that nigga, no need to remind me
They chopping them bricks, like Mr. Miyagi
She asked "what's better than pussy?" I said, "getting money"
The hood on fire when they shooting that thunder
And that ain't no lie
When I'm over that stove I know just what I'm doing
When I hustle that work, I be sticking and moving
Used to dream 'bout this shit, but this shit then came true
I'm feeling like Pac, I'm feeling like Q, bitch I got the juice, like
[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
Smoking one for my real niggas
Pouring two for my real bitches
I'm smoking loud, bet the neighbors hear us
I'mma pull up, you won't see who in it
I'm with a bad bitch and my windows tinted
She rolling up, she wanna get lifted
While I'm counting up cause I love digits
And lame niggas can't kick it with us
Bad bitches is chilling with us
In awe, you can never get her
I hope you got your own weed
Cause nigga, you ain't smoking with her
I'm too real I could never fold
I'm telling stories you ain't never told
Simmie the nigga, I'm stacking the paper up
I got hundreds that's hella old
Your bitch in my cellphone
While you were sitting home
Mac shit, I'm dropping the Rolls Royce after we get it on (Yung Simmie)
Cause you got a fat ass, and I had to give her something to sit it on
When I hit it from the back, make her look back, cause you know that shit just turn me on, ball
Jet Life 275 shit
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