Kid Ink - Tuna Roll (instrumental) lyrics

Business as usual Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle f**in' 95 wasn't made for a cubicle n***as know I'm raw-tuna roll You know what it is kid ink up in this b**h Hear that errr smell the scent b**h I'm all, all in One hit and leave a n***as nose twitchin' he wished it would What I'm smokin on I sware to God I'm floatin' in a drift Alumni we the illest Sicker than contagion All up in your hood like my n***as workin' crankin' Know that l.A. Is the city but it look like we from Asia Say I don't be in my city? Who the f** is you pholasin Let's go! Yeah! Well alright! It go peter picked them peppers n***a I just picked them hoes Swimin' in the money how I'm livin, boathouse I don't need a floaty cause I'm sittin' on a cloud Tell the world kiss my a** head up look at me now b**h! Back on immense, stack on stack I'm rackin' em' in Sware that they ain't f**in' with me talkin all that essence Yeah! b**h I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb n***as know I'm raw tuna roll Batter up, I'm outta here Find me in the cut like I live there I'm the man in this b**h you just Tyler Perry See me throwin' money in the sky til' I'm outta air Sorry your honor but I had to k** em' n***as think they hard but they softer than pillows And I'm high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers Pissin' off the tenants give a f** bout your feelings Tell em! I'm on! Okay, snapback, hatback Smokin' on that loud pack Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad b**h I'm more familie, even mobile phone to texts I'm the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the ma**es What up! Hold up, have a taste You ain't gotta go to outer space Yeah these n***as know I'm raw, tuna roll! Alumini b**h! Wheels up! n***as know I'm raw tuna roll!