Legal Tender Young Roddy

(Hook-Young Roddy)
Get Money Get Money Get Money Get...
Stay mobbin, Stay mobbin, Stayin mobbin, uh

(Verse-Young Roddy)
Shit, I remember 20 niggas on the block
Niggas running up the car like how much you got (Life)
And I don’t want no bitch, if she ain’t the baddest
And she don’t want no nigga without no cabbage
They wild'n, she say "don’t even try ta holla"
If you ain't clockin, she want some dolla, dolla, dolla, dollas
Either you makin it happen or you watching
I made 24K in one hour
She talking reckless, she must be on a molly
She tryna ride it, but I’m grindin, grindin, grindin, grindin
I done made it to the top from the bottom
But at the bottom, them niggas bustin hollows
Tryna make it like a nigga hit the lotto
But them goons watching like who got it, got it, got it, got it
I got a box of dead presidents in my closet
Next to a bunch of dead rappers who want problems
Roll with my sword, word to Mohammed
Add another comma, I’m talking profit, profit... (profit, profit...)
And they told me real Gs move in silence
I made a killing when I used to move that China
I’m out here (fivin'?) if I ever hear them sirens
I don’t need no lighter to spit that fiyah, fiyah, fiyah, fiyah
I’m feeling like Dr. Dre on that chronic...
I’m feeling like B.I.G, who shot you?...
I’m tryna make my paper circulate
I been plotting all goddamn day! (Ro!)