Tink - Rarris and Rovers lyrics

Rarris and rovers, rovers Boy won't you scoot over Rarris and rover, rovers Boy won't you scoot over [Hook] Rarris and rovers Boy won't you scoot over Let me be your ride or die We gon count these millions Just don't catch no feelings Put that sh** on hold We got time Rarris and rovers Boy won't you scoot over Let me be your ride or die We gon count these millions Just don't catch no feelings Put that sh** on hold We got time [Verse 1] [?] so I'm on the go My top missin' like Amber Rose To top it off I don't need a man It's like drumline the way I keep a band I cash out then I gotta swerve Green, green I mix that My money sitting Uh-huh So when you gotta move and you need me You know to pick up that phone and get to dialing Cause we gon do some numbers And we ain't gettin no younger Might as well get it while we can [Verse 2] Ain't nothin more important then the mulah Ans n***as come second like juniors I'm f**in n***as up like a [?] Cause I stay up in the booth, no payphone n***a pay phone, always keep callin Like gym time, n***a I'm dodgin I'm tryna get money for the team now Ima raise that sh** like a girl scout Never been a rookie though I put n***as on the side like a dinner roll See I got that ceasar salad Dressing so fly, call me thousand island I talk big sh** and I live it too & my team don't change like a fitting room We gettin to the paper Talk to you later [Hook] Rarris and rovers Boy won't you scoot over Let me be your ride or die We gon count these millions Just don't catch no feelings Put that sh** on hold We got time Rarris and rovers Boy won't you scoot over Let me be your ride or die We gon count these millions Just don't catch no feelings Put that sh** on hold We got time [Verse 3] Thank yall n***as that's watchin me These hoes goin fast like five for three These b**hes ain't real, lets just send em back I'm close to the door like that handicap That money coming, my phone buzzin They like my tracks, thats Harriet Tubman I'm underground with no rail road And I got money, no fishing pole I'm up all night like I can't sleep Sittin on b**hes like I'm Mr.C My name ringin bells, symphony