ross

Used to steal there, now Im trappin out the store Papi drop the blues off , I tell em adios, Never met a nigga like me it aint even close, I can lose time or money, I ain't losin hope, F*ck you talkin bout ,It don't get realer I ain't have a dollar to my name and got my dick sucked I done fucked some strippers I ain't tip inside a strip club Ain't shit changed I was always that nigga Made a few plays, OT running the road Did lab work Im really good wit a bowl, Fuckin her outside , Im pullin her by her robe Her pussy good, but I really just use her house the stove, Her uncle work on my cars, her auntie play with her nose What you know bout slammin shirts in studio apartments? F*ck wit me and lost her morals way before her garment. Im the rose that grew from concrete, not a garden. Im Above Others baby, no one higher than this, I wonder what happened to Virgil, I look fly in this fit. I play it cool but every issue viewed, get dealt wit respect. My bitch treat me like Im god and I wont settle for less You paid the cash I beat yo ass if you ain't settled the debt Told Pac picture me rolling Imma keep goin VIP popping bottles Imma keep pourin Come with cash I make plan, just let me sleep on it Just don't make a sound , don't hit the courtroom and speak on it I don't want it if I can't put a 3 on it Steph Curry I just spent a dub in San Fran So close to a hunnid I can feel it man Roger Federer Im comin wit a grand slam Top rope shit I leapt like Im Van Damm Got it out the mud, no advance cash in my hand Shit Im bored , might go to Saks just for some pants Im a real jack boy turned into a businessman See me taking off left them folks in my exhaust Either got it on me now if I ain't got it off My jeans a couple beans, my jacket worth a Q of soft I wear $1000 fit and still go shop at Ross I ain't wanna be shit but a rich nigga I ain't wanna be shit but a rich nigga I ain't wanna be shit but a rich nigga Either got it on me now if I ain't got it off