Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy - On Demand lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] And I could make a couple grand on a bad day You riding or get rolled over Got roaches in my ashtray , got liquor in my cup holder Got k**ers on my payroll, I'm all about my pesos Where haven't we been yet? I go places they can't go My homie on the run, he dodging court he trying to lay low I put her a** to sleep I beat that p**y, Ca**ius Clay though Got rubber band bank rolls, I used to slang that yayo I'm trying to stay safe though, they murder everyday though Got Fritos, Doritos, all that sh** on my plate though From sundown to sun-up I'm trying to bake a cake though Like Spaceman on Sunset Park, I don't play though I been fly, earned my wings and my halo What up Pedro, I could get it when I say so My credit A-1, recorded this on take one Straight up, ay tell them p**y n***as pay up sh** they been sleeping too long, bout time they wake up I swear I started broke but now my weight up I swear they cooking birds without no apron I swear my b**h pretty with no makeup I swear she f** me good and hook a steak up I went from Micky D's to filet mignon They player of the year like Jeromey Rome My cousin [?] Swear he made a hundred grand with that trap phone [Hook] Straight up, hey tell them p**y n***as pay up I'm getting to the riches, I ain't tripping off these b**hes Straight up, hey tell them p**y n***as pay up And I ain't got no patience mane, stop faking with my paper mane Straight up, hey tell them p**y n***as pay up I'm getting to the riches, I ain't tripping off these b**hes Straight up, hey tell them p**y n***as pay up And I ain't got no patience mane, stop faking with my paper mane [Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver] I'm moving forward on my grind homie, I ain't got time to backtrack k** a beat like I hate tracks, raps tight like I ace rap Villain off in the building strapped I owe the game some payback Looking like a million, smelling like an open loud pack Resurface for the checks and respect, I need all that These p**y n***as don't wanna see me with it, what you call that? Blue b**hes in my nike box, 20 grand in my shoe rack OG live by the code of the streets, I ain't a new jack Young Nino Brown I been putting it down, pulled off a few acts I'm back like it was written, spitting different call it abstract sh**ting on n***as like I took a Pepto and an Ex-Lax I'm coming for they head like red dots on their Bape hats It's my time to sit at the table look where my plate at Me and my b**h just trying to get rich like Vanna and Sajak Point me to the money guarantee I'm going to get that Big dog in the yard, bout to shake up all these stray cats [Hook]