Y by Rocko
(Verse)
Some days I might just thug you
No matter how I fuck you
Wide 3 charge is stupid
Jar made jogging look cool
Porsche design for my beanie
Porsche cure my deedle
All day I dream about that sex
I still rock with Jesus
Go switch up on my rest
Snake skin about yourself
These nigga pray about being rich
Real niggas want wealth
Go get that sep out myself
Let TD burrow my jet
Slide on matter say he feel
Gon fall my bitch then I jet
I went from ass shit to classy
The camera ready I�m flashy
Jellan Fazy he laze me
Patrick Swayze they dancing
Chopping my biggie vibe
Got a passion for fashion
Then I have it I grab it
Got a passion for flashing
(Hook)
Hey all this money out here nigga why you bitching and shit
You been hussling for years why you ain�t get rich and shit
While your swag ain�t do the rule why you be playing the tone
Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down
Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke
Why you flexing like you gangsta then you know you the hoe
Why you always worry about me why you always around me
Why he do the shit I did, why he look like that I live
(Verse)
Keep a style 4 hundred
Line up my clothes before I wear �em
I know backpack made for books
But my stack like book so I wear em
Better yet nigga I care �em
Gotta know know how to play �em
Jay had lungs with the major
Big coops to the player
Go to church in armani
People look at me funny
Guard say come as you are
I cannot help but get money
I can�t help I line my clothes
I work hard every day
Spare my cares away I
I just do me, you do you
Ey ran away from my shirt
Even my undie matching
All I ain�t late but chase no nigga
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