Rodeo Dr (feat. Blake Cris)

Let's go

Ay oh
She wan shop Rodeo, yea
Ay oh
She wan' shop Rodeo
Got a lil yea on payroll
She made it clap, alfredo
That shit is mashed potatoes
I ran it back, tornado
Let's go
Ay oh
She wan shop Rodeo, hey
Ay oh
She wan' shop Rodeo
Got a lil yea on payroll
She made it clap, alfredo
That shit is mashed potatoes
I ran it back, tornado

Let's go
I don't know what you may heard about me
Be clear I'm Coach of the Year
Rose gold on my neck and my ear
Step back like Kevin Durant
Log on might go on a rant
Life's good but it could be great
Need cash how long does it take
Wake up take one to the dome
Smoked out with young Devy Stonez
Mike Jack I'm bad to the bone
Two phones like I got a clone
Man down when I'm in a zone
I'm Euro-stepping in Rome (I am)
I'll let u borrow the throne (That's right)
I'm taking credit an loans (And Zelle)
Let's go
I'm cliqued up
Ridin round town in a pick up
I'm off the za, but u can drink up
Bish I'm outside, we can link up
I'm on yo block not really posing a threat
Spin it like Russian Roulette
I'm at the function not really showing respect
Pull up in hoodies and sweats
This is my mans shoutout Richey Routine
I'm out here doing my thing
I had a fling
Shout out to Yack the Mack 'cause shorty all over the scene (Go go go go)
Causing a mess
Took her to Guess
She had my pockets on humble (That's quiet)
Buying up every ensemble (Gah damn)
I'll make it back in bundles, let's go

Ay oh
She wan shop Rodeo, yea
Ay oh
She wan' shop Rodeo
Got a lil yea on payroll
She made it clap, alfredo
That shit is mashed potatoes
I ran it back, tornado
Let's go
Ay oh
She wan shop Rodeo, hey
Ay oh
She wan' shop Rodeo
Got a lil yea on payroll (Yea yea)
She made it clap, alfredo (Clap)
That shit is mashed potatoes (Yea)
I ran it back, tornado, let's go

4 and 0 that's a sweet sweep
Lead the league off elite beats
Can't get baby out my suite sheets
I can't lie it's a sweet life
I can't settle for the cheap life
Talk heavy but ya team light
Niggas talking bout a green light
Start a war bout it jihad
Blood niggas what it b like
Cuz niggas what it c like
Bitch I'm Serious TI
Back to Cali like B-I
G for me just to breeze by
Told you it ain't what it seems like
Peeping game since knee high
Seen a way so I need mine
I done built something here
So you know I can't leave right
I Ain't tripping off of free time
Real nigga my design
Working now I hit decline
We ain't never on a decline
Feet on your table in meetings
Got a 12 o'clock tee time
She want Chanel her favorite clutch
Made an offer but it ain't enough
I'm getting used to the paper cuts
Told her get used to the high life
Smelling like za up Rodeo
Fresh out the vac issa day old
I never switch it's the same role
I'm on a roll fuck what they on

Ay oh
She wan shop Rodeo, yea
Ay oh
She wan' shop Rodeo
Got a lil yea on payroll
She made it clap, alfredo
That shit is mashed potatoes
I ran it back, tornado
Let's go



Credits
Writer(s): Tevyn Jenkins
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