[Verse 1: Rockie Yeah ok I heard hoes lookin, rockie who they lookin for What nigger doin, out here tryin get his dough What I say they see it so they call this shit my flow Never abusive but they call me mr. hit the ho I'm smashing she twerkin, got lil momma workin And she say she not a ho she felt I was deservin She saw me up on twitter couldn't to meet in person Now she tell me I'm the bomb I need ammo and a I'm about to blow up I tell my peace My shoe gotta be a hundred racks at least It's big business on my table my lawyers feast If you ain't talkin big business then even speak
At high key I give a fuck about a they be laughing at me now I'm out here getting
I'm Feeling good feeling great. lota twists and but I got my paper straight On the road to the driving 88, with a couple bad bitches driving 88 Me and my niggas can't wait, we tryin to get a meal for every on our plate On the road to the riches driving 88, a couple bad bitches driving 88
2:] Ok I'm hied up baped out more swag the little wayne Even got no stripes on but dam I'm so If I ever got some drama I send dough to and get you He a shark nigger all the way down to the gristle When shut out my homie casey got these bitches on the I'm ballin I feel like jordan when he hit that on e-low like Robin I'm on my you shook up like brown russell The is jas purple I'm takin off from the freethrow I'm just tryina get my cut. choppa it down me throw some money up and these bitches hit the ground I'm
Feeling feeling great. lota twists and turns but I got my paper straight On the road to the riches 88, with a couple bad bitches driving 88 Me and my niggas wait, we tryin to get a meal for every digit on our plate On the road to the driving 88, with a couple bad bitches driving 88
[Verse 3: Casey uhh aw man. straight body. my new flows remind me of 12 guage shottys I when show promoters tell me I get payed shortly It make my face light up I feel robert orie When he hit that shot that the headlines in the paper runnin 10 For my city kobe do with the lakers I'm mobbin at my pace 88 surviving in my city like a rap battle with j You got a thousand my nigga that baby weight Peas and carrots we da business just like say Hundred million dollars bad holla Get my straight and get rid of all the imposters
I'm good feeling great. lota twists and turns but I got my paper straight On the to the riches driving 88, with a couple bad bitches driving 88 Me and my niggas can't wait, we to get a meal for every digit on our plate On the road to the riches driving 88, with a couple bad bitches 88