Roma (feat. Chris Messan & Slim Spitta)

I told bro switch up the beats cause I can't do the same old Shawty look good on the team, might put her on the payroll She want pop out on the streets, but me, I rather lay low Couple tracks to set the mood, I heard you like Masego Then we tango like we tripped to Aires Buenos I'm the one that she can lean on like she sipping on the Faygo Pop one then I'm too on, maybe three on, seeing neon Pill done put me in that mode, might tell yo man that he's a peon He can't step to me Sample sound so holy, it's like God right here protecting me Swear the lord been blessing me for all the times he tested me Niggas never checked for me, but now they bring that check to me Some might say it's luck, I'd say it's feeling more like destiny Told her eat me up, I need it one more time Frittatas for brunch, I'm living way more fine Long way from the ramen noodles, back when all the folks was frugal Money getting low, we turned to doughboys, quick to toast a strudel Back then we was tripping, shit, at least we on some different shit Bank account is rising, I ain't lying, check the increments All this came with time and dedication, this ain't instant shit Come with it every line in case they listening, okay This that glass house heated marble floors on my tippy toes Fucked around and fucked your girl once she threw away her rose Like summertime in the desert I stay with the heat Don't beef with me, I elevate with ease you say its too steep I'm thumbing through the money calluses all on my hands now They be like who that is in the foreign when I spin by Yo bitch wanna come benefit, I'm rare you know I'm limited If I let her get a taste then you won't hear the end of it You can see the proof ain't got to show you that I made it I'm in love with the game and it might get X rated I'm a wholesaler of dreams I only feed it to fiends And all my favorite customers be sipping on the lean Had to tell my reflection don't let the money come between us He went and made a profit it's amazing should of seen us These people Fugazi they can't even light up a candle Said they came from the dirt while I'm at the beach in my sandals It ain't no competition they tapping out in submission While I'm juggling some titties and cards that ain't got no limit My style is impeccable so delicious it's edible I could never fold nigga I ain't even flexible