Tahjee Ballard - Rolling Stone lyrics

(Hook) Rolling Stone Mick Swagger Watch my pockets get fatter They just mad my b**h badder But it really don't matter Tell 'em save the chit chatter Still holdin' that ladder Still a get his sh** splattered And it really don't matter (×2) (Verse 1) See me bouncin' through the hood Ya b**h was bouncin' on the wood Rollin' ounces of the good Steady countin' like I should f** a check up drippin' like Im Ronny I remember whippin' in them Johnny's Got her wet she drippin' like Dasani Runnin' to the money that's where you can find me Young n***a in his prime now Tell 'em that it's my time now p**y hatin' better calm down Everything I wear design now Bright lights of the night life My Sprite spiked my Ice bright I treat ya b**h to a nice night Then tell her go and have a nice life Thought last night was my last night That's the consequence of this fast life Im takin' risks to get my cash right menage's wit' some bad dikes Like it natural no a** shots Turn ya b**h to my mascot Bands all in my stash spot Lookin' Im a jackpot Gettin' to the paper screamin' f** a hater .40 wit' the laser shooters that a lay ya b**h I been a playa see me kickin' flavor Ima let you love her I just penetrate her Took a couple pills take a couple more Ima get it first 'cause I want it more Before the @ names and the under scores b**h I been a bull b**h I been a bull (Hook) (Bridge) Peep how I swag on 'em Might hit the dab on 'em Might cop a Jag on 'em Might drop a bag on 'em Oh that's my bad homie I got you mad homie Cover the tab homie Work by the slab homie (Verse 2) b**h Im that n***a that's no lie Mixin' these d** got me so high Should buy me an airport Im so fly f** a n***a playin' both sides Serve 'em raw yeah my phone was buzzin' cop enough then Ima throw 'em something stop the talkin' I know you frontin' Beat it up like she owe me something Catch me rollin' wit' a savage Catch a murder that's practice n***a servin' that package n***a swervin' that Aston Doin' donuts in a Lambo Fresh bu*ta's and Camo's Take down on ya Bando Fill ya whole block wit' Ammo Turtle Top that's a trap van No Namco Im Pac-Man Don't f** wit' clowns like Batman Wit' a white b**h on black sand Smokin' good and poppin' pills Sip lean count dollar bills f** you n***as that's just how I feel Hatin' n***as salty as the Bonneville Standin' in the kitchen whippin' up the work and I got ya wifey liftin' up her skirt Runnin' to the money we gon' get it first Any n***a cross us they can get a hearse they know it yet but Ima livin' legend And we gettin' paper by the milliseconds p**y n***a scared probably call the cops make me bring that drum out like Im Charlie Watts (Hook)