Authentic or nothin'
Young Gotit
I'm with lil' Roddy, ah
Oh, yeah
I'm with Roddy, what you give 'em, Roddy?
Just pay the guy
I went to the mall and blew 'bout ten today
Bought a new crib in Atlanta just to renovate
I double cup and mix the lean with the lemonade
And I know it's about the cream at the end of the day
I remember niggas told me I would lose
Now I pull up in the drop-top cruise
My momma call me when she see me on the news
That's why I gotta keep these hundreds brand new
My brother happy that he see mе on the internet
Shawty keep calling bae and I ain't hit it yet
How the fuck you hit a million and ain't a deal yet?
I keep that bro shit from around me I ain't feeling that
I put 'bout a million uo on the interstate
I remember there was no point in having dinner plates
Now some actress tryna take me on a dinner date
I'ma get her on the bed when I'm not in her face
I'm at the top floor at The Weston
Tryna count a hundred mil' lost count of my blesssings
And I don't consider no hand loss it's just a lesson
Don't give a fuck about yo' pussy if that
Shit is gonna have me stressing
Tryna put my family in the hill and I crossed it off the check-list
Just to get you right, you walking the wrong way
Told my my bitch to gimme ride if I have a long day
I put my life up on these songs I do as the song say
I done brought us a long way
I went to the mall and blew 'bout ten today
Bought a new crib in Atlanta just to renovate
I double cup and mix the lean with the lemonade
And I know it's about the cream at the end of the day
I remember niggas told me I would lose
Now I pull up in the drop-top cruise
My momma call me when she see me on the news
That's why I gotta keep these hundreds brand new
I was back at the trap house trapped up every day
These niggas ask how I'm ballin, I practice every day
I got some pounds and some real state, get it e'ry way
Nigga gotta whip out and shoot it, don't do no fair fail
My plug Vietnamese, I go and get the keys
But I still got the push to start with the big B
Yeah, I remember my pockets was empty
I had to run up them digits
They been tryna take my spot, even tho the feds ain't hit it
And nobody gave me shit, I had to go out and get it
I was really in them trenches, Lord knows I done did it
I remember the day I almost got convicted
I rode free out of jail right off my Christmas list
Through the mass out the window and put my lick on the wrist
And I always ask God what did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to get the Masserati pull up swerving?
I was outside of my body now I count up sub-urban
I went to the mall and blew 'bout ten today
Bought a new crib in Atlanta just to renovate
I double cup and mix the lean with the lemonade
And I know it's about the cream at the end of the day
I remember niggas told me I would lose
Now I pull up in the drop-top cruise
My momma call me when she see me on the news
That's why I gotta keep these hundreds brand new