GreenRoom (feat. Big Diesel, DC2900 & Dmartian)

Yea Had to kick these bitches out the Green Room, gotta go soon Backstage bullshitting, thirty minutes, got a show soon Flawless diamonds on these jeans, washed up from the typhoon Last night rocked out Germany, did drugs in the restroom Shawty tryna f*ck again like we ain't gotta go soon This that type of money, I bought in and made it back too Trick on you and paying me, I sent her on a boss move Took her to the pad she let me hit that on the barstool Nah I don't wanna feel nothin, million dollar cash race nigga still running (Yea) Went to sleep countin and I woke up still thumbing, yea You can speak on Kash if you ain't making real money or stuntin Had to kick these bitches out the Green Room, gotta go soon Backstage bullshitting, thirty minutes, gotta show soon We ain't gotta speak, Ima let that bag talk Bad bitch with a pretty face and her ass soft Turn a fifty to a hunnid, watch I get these bags off In the city doing the dash, almost kissed the asphalt I can never sag off, got my foot down on they neck I chase a check, blue hunnids, I whip a vet I want respect, pop my shit out with my chest I want more I never settle for less She's a EEH EEH I just want you suck it, I don't care bout how you treat me I just want you love me like I'm Drake and your name KeKe She act like she can do without but I know that she need me Pass that bitch up like I never seen her, it's too easy Smoking za to the face got that fye, I'll outsmoke you Got that nine on my waist, I need one, I might blow two I might slide round your way with that Glock, I might smoke you Bout this money she gone do whatever, put her on your whole crew Nah I don't wanna feel nothin, million dollar cash race nigga still running (Yea) Went to sleep countin and I woke up still thumbing, yea You can speak on cash if you ain't making real money or stuntin Had to kick these bitches out the Green Room, gotta go soon Backstage bullshitting, thirty minutes, gotta show soon We gone turn up at the fest, yea And my wrist bout cold as shit, I'm rocking snow shoes Yea they call me DM bitch and I don't know you She hit my phone, she tryna f*ck so drop the loc to me I built this shit up from the ground they told me go and do it Gotta go and do it yea, gotta go and do it showing up Keep on pouring liquor in my cup, I'm feeling drunk as f*ck Shawty popped the perc, it's only one she finna throw it up I just buss the AP down, I need to button up Shawty bad as hell, she got an ass and a tummy tuck Bitch you know I'm number one, I can't do no runner up I might hit the stage, f*ck it up and I need every cent Keep the FN on me for niggas tryna play wit this Brand new foreign, got it off the lot you know I'm racing it Every morning, gotta count my gwap cause I keep making it Every nigga round me day one homie, y'all be faking it All this money, I don't feel nothing that's why y'all hating it Nah I don't wanna feel nothin, million dollar cash race nigga still running (Yea) Went to sleep countin and I woke up still thumbing , yea You can speak on cash if you ain't making real money or stuntin Had to kick these bitches out the Green Room, gotta go soon Backstage bullshitting, thirty minutes, gotta show soon