Young Roddy - Weather Channel lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Fish bowling, cougar b**hes notice Vintage exotic rolling, Turbo 97 Lotus Dosha in my upholstery, this is a soldier story Smoking with my uncles who opened them doors for me Every detail was gorey on the road to the glory But if my life was easy my autobiography would be boring But this a how to guide, holy matrimony How to marry money, how to manage funding Get it and spend it but, always remember a Couple of pretty pennies keep the rain up off your windows Strain the endo, insane OG enzo Ferrari on my mind until it's parked in front my front door Floatin' in my crib like I'm living in a house boat I got a safe in this b**h, gold bars stamped 14k on these bricks Danny Ocean how I set a heist in motion [Verse 2: Young Roddy] When I asked for a helping hand they told me hell no Spit the from the soul like the homie Ab-Soul Stressed out I burn an L with my best bro Just hoping that them cops don't come knocking at my door I thank God for them shows, thank God to hit the road Cause without that, back in the trap bagging O's Money cars and clothes that's all a n***a know And that lifestyle I'll never make a wack n***a fold I'll make your heart turn cold, it ain't no love for no ho And it's still Jets at your mof**ing throat Got a wicked jump shot, I pump Blow, I done both Got the whip smelling like a pound of marijuana smoke I stay highed up roasted, plotting on my fortune This poetry in motion, them real n***as quote this I never had no piss, still don't take no sh** But I'm all about that good sense that ignorance is bullsh**