[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] I tell my niggas Anything is possible, impossible is nothing I mean look at the dough we getting, I mean look at these hoes we fucking I know this shit can get better Workin' hard, tryna put myself together And tell the world that im ready for whatever Finna hit the jackpot, I got my hand on the lever Going down, gotta let that bitch boom New condo, walk in, 6 rooms Feelin' good but that shit got a sick view If your nigga on the track, should probably get a kit crew You don't think I'm Uno, skip you You ain't got it like me, cause your bitch do Talking shit about me, I heard thats a bitch move Thats another thing a real nigga getting through, gone
[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] I just hope it all ends well The swag stories my friends tell This train wreck that we inhale Got me feelin' unstoppable like Denzel Anyone, make a nigga get more bucks, more gold, more hoes Got more trucks, ha Throw the De Lorean doors up Pretty chick watching me hop out You're fucked! Man, these wild girls love chill Like these fake niggas love real But hated at the very same time They say ain't fucking with it So they trippin online Shit, I could be outta my mind But its lookin real smooth These nigga pay for pussy I'm just trying pay dues I dont ever make excuses homie I just make moves, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
