Young Roddy - Bales lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Smoking a hundred dollar joint Major presentation, n***a Power Point Homes, hesitation never been a choice Early bird gets the Rolls Royce Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist Cause that money make her come anywhere I am She not dumb anytime she hear my voice Like a money machine luxury fiend Do anything survive the cobra's clutches Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches b**h cold Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets Star struck b**hes behaving like lightning hit 'em Hold they hearts I'm in the building Oh lord Andretti k**ed 'em When they swung that '76 gla** house three wheeling Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings Like I don't see them I tell my b**h to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty Out right parched for the downfall of a boss Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your sh** [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And I find myself blunted One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money Turn my rainy day sunny Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny n***a turned chubby For safety my burner under my Rugby Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public Trill n***a one hundred better yet one thousand Good God, will I make it out this jungle I'm just a n***a from the bricks with a b**h who's from London Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly They either shoot [?] at a b**h I shoot [?] They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle 420 vision from up here's mad blurry