Roscoe Dash - T.T.U lyrics

Reckless-mind state man let's go.... T.T.U *Woah* Ya'll see the movement *Roscoe Dash* Well alright *yeah x7* {Actions speak louder then words f** n******gs what ya'll doing} Leegooo {x2}Married to the money man this b**h look like a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money, p**y, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U. Cut throat { oh and for ya'll that don't know what T.T.U mean yeah that's To turnt up, so go on and add that to ya lingo right about now demolition 20/20} Married to the money man this b**h look like a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money, p**y, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U. R.O.S.C.O.E pockets fat like pregnant tummy sprained my wrist the otha day I wraped it like a mummy I'm checked up, flexed up bit your neck up all these chickens love me *They do* they Vacuum, Vacuum blow my speakers volume on one-hundred *woah* I'm T.T.U my reapers blue I looked down at the sky *I do* No parachute, No rebel if I fall then I'll die *woah* That's why yo n***a go hard every day that I'm alive *stupid* twenty-twenty everything my sopher doesn't dry flexing flexing hit the mall with white folks in my pocket hour thirty minutes later leave with more sh** then they brought in ball'n ball'n ball'n you can call it what you call it this sh** just like a poker game and b**h I'm going all out *Leegooo* Married to the money man this b**h look like a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money, p**y, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U. Bank account *overload* *woah* if money was a drug then I overdose boss sh** stupid cash every time I hit the bank is wit a trash bag *Money* roscoe pockets much macho ambre I'm the V.I.P flexed up with dimes louda then ros