At the spot Had twenty cash at the spot Had to stash twenty cash at the spot Started little but I made it to a lot Ayy (Sonic goin' crazy)
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (A whole two hundred) We done started from a little, made a lot (We made a lot) I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (It shines) They tell me all the time I gotta give these niggas hell (Give 'em hell) The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (Flesh) They just tryna survive they ain't tryna get swept (Get swept)
I told her that it's promises that shorty could've kept I can charge it to the game, I can slide you to the left Got adjusted to the fame, and it ain't no lookin' back But they always knew me, this a Roddy routine Had to jump off the porch, now I put the Porsche in sport Pull up to the crib, gate tall, look like a fortress She a work of art, body look like a portrait I never force it, I just endorse it Keep a lot of motion, my water OD Slide up in Atlanta, ridin' down Peachtree Pull up, all the vibes, make a lounge out the suite
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (A whole two hundred) We done started from a little, made a lot (We made a lot) I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (It shines) They tell me all the time I gotta give these niggas hell (Give 'em hell) The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (Flesh) They just tryna survive they ain't tryna get swept (Get swept)
I tried to tell these niggas the benefits of goin' legit These championship rings on the top of my fist What you know 'bout takin' all your niggas to the top of the list? And then they ride your coattail but if you drop you ain't shit, woah, woah And I got a soul that bleeds all these melodies, yeah, yeah My mama say she see demons all on me so I gotta stay out of her way When it's stains on your name, you can't wash it out Been at the traphouse all day like a Waffle House 'Cause I been havin' a lotta pain, I had to walk it out I don't want that shit to be the only thing I talk about
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (Ayy, a whole two hundred, ayy) We done started from a little, made a lot (I made a lot) I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot (Skrrt) Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (It shines) They tell me all the time I gotta give these niggas hell (Give 'em hell) The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (Ayy, flesh) They just tryna survive they ain't tryna get swept (Get swept)
They ain't tryna get swept, they ain't tryna get swept They ain't tryna get swept, ayy
Compositor: Rodrick Wayne Jr Moore (Roddy Ricch) (PRS)Editor: Ricch Millionaires Only PublishingECAD verificado obra #37581360 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM