Roddy Rackzz - Interlude lyrics

[Intro] (Whiteboy came with the bag like it's Christmas) [Verse] I got money, cars, clothes I bought a chopper, I take it to show You know I'm on the road when I get in that mode I tell ma take the road, you know we next to blow And I knew it was up when I got my first load I make more off the load what I get for a show Still in the streets, speak this sh*t from my soul Still in the streets, speak this sh*t from my soul ni**a still rapping, still trapping like I ain't got sh*t All I do is trap, ball, hit the booth and pop sh*t Walk in the building, weed got me fu*king up my profit I ran up my money now a ni**a feeling co*ky Can't nobody stop me, wrist looking rocky I'm a shooting star, these Amiris where the Glock be Catch another body, I can't wait for you to try me Baby, I'm the wave, I should've named my tape tsunami You fu*king with the realest, richest youngin, you hit the lottery Why I got this forty and this chopper? 'Cause I gotta be When I go to sleep, I got that chopper right beside of me Same ni**as love me is the same ni**as doubted me Roddy Rackzz be flowing so insane, he the prodigy Prada bucket, Prada tee, I know these ni**as proud of me Giving you the best of me, you know I got the recipe If I ain't in the mall, I'm probably in the booth or selling weed