Roscoe Dash - Ye's lyrics

Hook: Dis feel like a win Been wanting since I was ten She gon feel this bank Dancing on her skin Pulling up in a foreign Sitting behind the tint Smoke all in my Ye's Fogging up my lenses You might think this flexing would just motivate But they don't seem to think so All they know is hate Dis feel like a win Came up another ten Too much ain't enough I might win again Verse1: I got the I got the I got the I got the juice These haters gon sit round and tell u a lie But I tell u the truth Just so these n**gas can see me I might lose the roof I done mastered my roshi It came with a yoshi Now bring me my soup We known to spend them benjis Rollie cost a chicken Might drop another 10 Watch the water rinse Too much ain't enough Game ain't game enough Bentley paint it up That chain don't gleam enough Rings don't ring enough Awww I seen enough f** em by the group they teaming up Got hits I'm T'ing up So much cash in the air When it land on the floor Whole team gotta sweep it up (Hey) Balling with no rim Pockets never slim They don't stand a chance I'm jumping out the gym Had too much to drank Might need my liver cleansed Might need another hand To count up all these Ms Hook: Dis feel like a win Been wanting since I was ten She gon feel this bank Dancing on her skin Pulling up in a foreign Sitting behind the tint Smoke all in my Ye's Fogging up my lenses You might think this flexing would just motivate But they don't seem to think so All they know is hate Dis feel like a win Came up another ten Too much ain't enough I might win again Verse 2: She don't want me for the cash But it do make her stay better Win every argument I'm 50-0 like I'm mayweather Ill go with Becky Can't date heather Cuz personally Becky be way wetter Feel like I f** her in mayweather We on a wave like a wave runner I put in work like a safe in her Dat p**y buss like A-k in her I go in brave like the A in here Smoke to the roach I can't lay in here Pack got the Whole room funky Like it's filled up with junkies I got zeros all over my check Over my check Man I feel like a flunky Today my day I'm the donkey I done Caught a mill like walkee Got me up like coffee Ice check like hockey She done left her man now He salty She wanna bounce with me like Spaulding She got me Slapping a** red monkey Give her red neck like a honkey Hook: Dis feel like a win Been wanting since I was ten She gon feel this bank Dancing on her skin Pulling up in a foreign Sitting behind the tint Smoke all in my Ye's Fogging up my lenses You might think this flexing would just motivate But they don't seem to think so All they know is hate Dis feel like a win Came up another ten Too much ain't enough I might win again