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Rooms feat. Chief Keef & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Mike WiLL Made-It
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Top floor bosses
(Mike WiLL—) Go
(True, damn, you makin' noise, nigga) Go
(Mike WiLL—) Go
Go, go, go (Mike WiLL Made-It)
I'm talkin' 'bout
From the bottom to the top
Livin' proof, nigga
We can give a fuck how you rockin'
You already how we comin', how we came
Oh (Yeah)
Foreign cars, back-to-back, switchin' lanes (Oh-oh, mm, mm, ooh)
This life forever, I'm talkin' 'bout 4L
Hundred mill', my deposit amount
I'm here now, ain't no prophecy (Yeah)
I'ma press when I come in the buildin', ain't no stoppin' me (Oh)
Shawty, don't know all these things I done seen
Time to spin on shit 'cause they shot at me
I gotta focus, I'm livin' out my dream
I'm rollin', nothin' but women around me, I won't hurt nobody
Drink out the bottle, tryna solve my problems
Shawty my drugs, she substitutin' my narcotics
Wanna ride on my bus with nothin' but
Dollars and some choppers in the rooms
(Uh) She overdramatic, these bitches be actin' (Uh)
Know we got gas, you know we ain't lackin'
Got army guns, and boy, you a maggot
That's not a joint, that's a damn 4Matic
Always smokin', I think I'm an addict
I'm in the joint and I ride with a baddie
You know I'm up like a motherfuckin' addict
Doo-doo-doo-doo, you know we ain't lackin'
Do not run up, somethin' bad can happen
You know the money gon' come with the madness
And what I claim gon' come with the baggage
We got them cutters, we come with the hatchets
Foenem got switches, they come with the gadgets
Fake-ass diamonds, you cappin', big cappin'
We do the shit that the rappers be rappin'
I'm havin' funds, no pun intended
Shot his ass while he was jumpin' the fence
One of my cousins tumblin' gas
One of my cousins tumblin' bricks
Catch your ass while you pumpin' the gas
Now we back on the block and we pumpin' the brick
Pull up tryna beef 'bout a thot
You'll lose your life because of a bitch
Ayy, we ridin' away like a seg'
Lambo' look just like an egg
We crack a head like an egg
We crack a head like a can
Now, he gone and it's sad
Should've did what mama said
Put his head with the spikes up in the motherfuckin' fridge
It's lead stuck in his head
Bitch, totin' the Wock and the SIG
I'm rollin', nothin' but women around me, I won't hurt nobody
Drink out the bottle, tryna solve my problems
Shawty my drugs, she substitutin' my narcotics
Wanna ride on my bus with nothin' but
Dollars and some choppers in the rooms
She call me double-R 'cause I ride Rover
Mansory Rover, I'm a real rockstar ('Star)
Talkin' 'bout how I fell down on my face
I was snortin' ice in my cage (Cage)
Bitch, I'ma pop my shit
Know you like this chain or money I done made (Oh-oh)
Jesus pieces all on my neck, need to be saved
Bitch subpoenain' me about a check, ho, be safe
I've been goin' off track, I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Lately been drivin' me crazy (Cray)
My diamonds snow
So the late nights ridin' the whip
I'ma switch out the modifications
I'm gone (Gone)
All these young niggas with me strapped up
I'm so bossed up, I ain't totin' no chrome
(Nah)
Not hardly thinkin' that she was gon' curve me
The bitch saw the service around my home
Now she tryna plead and don't wanna leave
Finna have all her feelings on top of her sleeve
Tried to run it, I fumbled, now back in the league
I'm that 38 Baby, I'll make 'em believe, Top, nigga
I'm rollin', nothin' but women around me, I won't hurt nobody
Drink out the bottle, tryna solve my problems
Shawty my drugs, she substitutin' my narcotics
Wanna ride on my bus with nothin' but
Dollars and some choppers in the rooms