Rossa Skywalka - No Gravity

Circulate

I get the cash I'm in my bag I make it circulate
Add to stash I was last so I had to make a way
I'm in trap with them extension I up the murder rate
Stop with cap holding your fitted or you get your shit sprayed
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
I'm in the trap and I'm workin late
I'm on the grind make it circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate

Counting money fucking bad bitches my fetish
Everyday I get green nigga no lettuce
I made a name in these streets so I got leverage
I'm dosing off hella drop off in my beverage
They ain't understand a nigga pain so I had to tell it
When I got off in my bag man they got jealous
I ain't gotta pick up the pack the plug gone mail it
Gotta keep your moves on the low niggaz be telling
I done ran them bands up and now it's green no relish
I done seen love was getting fake so I got selfish
And I'm riding round that fire sitting on my pelvis
I'mma rock out with the tool I feel like Elvis
I survived when it got hard shit was so hellish
When come back out the pot it's gone be palish
I'm in love with getting these racks man I can't help it
My dawg stay with the pole 2 time felon

I get the cash I'm in my bag I make it circulate
Add to stash I was last so I had to make a way
I'm in trap with them extension I up the murder rate
Stop with cap holding your fitted or you get your shit sprayed
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
I'm in the trap and I'm workin late
I'm on the grind make it circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate

All these plays hit my slab it's to run it up
Ain't no such thing as losses ain't no runner
Taxed they ass for the pack if we gone ship it out
All these bennies on a nigga ain't no running out
250 for a zip of it's the whole thang
Charging 15 a gram for that xotti mane
Drop the coke off in the water bet it jumping back
Plug just dropped me of a load in a back pack

I get the cash I'm in my bag I make it circulate
Add to stash I was last so I had to make a way
I'm in trap with them extension I up the murder rate
Stop with cap holding your fitted or you get your shit sprayed
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
I'm in the trap and I'm workin late
I'm on the grind make it circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate

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Writer(s): Reginald Hardemon
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