T.Y. (Rapper) - Rasta Music lyrics

[Phone Conversation: T.Y. and B.G.] B.G.: How the beat go? T.Y.: It sound just like a lil Rasta beat, ya heard me like one of them **makes beat with his mouth** like one of those B.G.: (?) T.Y.: Yea ya heard me but that b**h sound cool B.G.: Yea, alright alright alright [Verse 1: T.Y.] b**h I'm doing me It ain't hard to see My brother Roddy said he rep that 1 behind the 3 Dreads in my head got the people watching me Fly clean back n***a they plotting on me possibly On a come up quick Everything we ever spoke on man we done that sh** Love was high, before she even put the cone to her lip f** that lacking all my n***as always stacking them chips JLR getting rich I'm a walking lick, say these hoes don't do that sh** My fingers thick, cause I forgot my grind a b**h Son of a Gangsta, I don't f** around with you n***as Over that paper, I turn into a wig splitter [Chorus: T.Y.](x2) And b**h I'm getting money, and I ain't never hating Dreads in my head people thinking I'm Jamaican Smoking on this herb got me looking like a Asian Jets up over b**hes I ain't worrying bout you baby [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And I was posted with my partnas Burning on that ganja Got money in my closet hope the feds will never find it Got a white b**h from Milwaukee, she look just like Madonna I swear shorty be wilin' she won't f** without no condom Gimme brain she give me knowledge Though she never been to college Was hungry like a hostage now I'm shining like a diamond See T.Y. that's my brother from another momma And if he ever need me sh** I might just catch a hommie I know a chick named (?) a** so fat this chick can't hide it I pa**ed her to my brother time to see if this hoe bout it They said I'm always quiet, that's cause I'm always plotting Rest in peace to D Wee, b**h free my n***a P.G [Chorus: T.Y.](x2) And b**h I'm getting money, and I ain't never hating Dreads in my head people thinking I'm Jamaican Smoking on this herb got me looking like a Asian Jets up over b**hes I ain't worrying bout you baby