Red Rover

Yeah yeah I'm bipolar yea I'm bipolar
Yeah yeah I'm bipolar yea I'm bipolar
Yea yeah

I'm a hot nigga but I'm coldhearted I'm bipolar
Shordy bad she my baby put her on a stroller
She always coming back to me no red rover
She wanna play with my brain like controller

I'm a hot nigga but I'm coldhearted I'm bipolar
Shordy bad she my baby put her on a stroller
She always coming back to me no red rover
She wanna play with my brain like controller

Money always coming in got to stack up the paper
But it might fall over
Nigga give me a folder
Body a bitch nigga like rock boulder shoulder
Money red not green I'm lucky no four leaf clover
Yeah the streets really getting colder

I just want lots of baguette flavours
They still give me clout but these niggas my haters
Steady thinking about how I'm gonna stack up this paper
Young nigga wanna be off of the radar

Thinking bout a bitch got me thinking how am I gonna pay for this bill
When a young nigga said bros over hoes im gonna stack this money up to a milly
With my dime like we jack and jill
Learned to be better than tuble down a hill

Yeah yeah no my benjis ain't blue they be golden
Say hello to my old friend his name's robert borden
Know his dead faces got my pockets swollen
So I copped a duffle to store all his holdings

I'm a hot nigga but I'm coldhearted I'm bipolar
Shordy bad she my baby put her on a stroller
She always coming back to me no red rover
She wanna play with my brain like controller

I'm a hot nigga but I'm coldhearted I'm bipolar
Shordy bad she my baby put her on a stroller
She always coming back to me no red rover
She wanna play with my brain like controller



Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Lewis
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