Rolling Stone

Coming down that block a nigga rocking, we gone run the city
Shawty say I'm cocky cause I asked that hoe who fucking with me

Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes

I might go and cop a .9mm
This shit happens all the time
Feel like I'm losing my mind
Only thing that's on my mind, was money, bitches, friends, and foes
That was back when I was broke
Still got a little dough
Spend my time tryna make some more
Cause I know I might fuck up my bag thinking about all the shit stuck in my past
I'm on a roll
I can't go back there, oh no
Found me shit good for my soul
Its enchanting the flow
Deepest thoughts turned audible
I do it for all of my folks
Ain't no more resting
Guiding all the adolescents, but still sometimes I still be stressing
Yeah
Can't lie a nigga been feeling bent
Henny got me like, henny got me like, henny got me like woah
But still then I be saying this
I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it I know

Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes

When Balla come around it's like I don't even want to bone
I'm cool with the head alone
Speak a different language when you do it
I keep a Rosetta Stone
I know I'm a dog
I got spikes around my collar bone
I guess that my pedigree is a Bloodhound, a wild dog, a savage nigga, lion hearted
I think I'm a rebel artist
I'm a keep the fire started
Everytime that I go in the booth
And I'm spiting the truth
Or I hop out the coupe with the pole
Loose with the flow
Got the gift of a God with a Lucifer flow
And I'm chosing on go
And I'm pickin these hoes like ducks in a row
Like eenie meenie miny moe
Fuck it I'm shooting my shot with it though
Heart really cold
I don't give a fuck about no Cupid bow
That shit sound es stupido
These hoes in love with the bo' got time for no hoe
I'm sour, I'm sweet and I'm gone

Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes
Rolling stone, rolling stone
Nigga get ya money dawg
What you want, what you want
I just want some money homes