Pga
(Yea)
She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"
She already know, money all the time
But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying
You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime
Watch her glow down
Watch her go down
Yea I'm on the road now
She wanna go down
Really got a gold sound
No sign to slow down
PGA Tour
I feel like a pro now
Hometown, gotta rep it for the team, Van City
Used to play for United, I ain't talking Man City
Head down to waterfront, I keep couple bands with me
Don't care 'bout what the opps say, them boys can't get me
Not popping enough, no time for celebrating
I'm tryna make my mark, ain't talking exclamation
I feel the pressure raising, waiting on my hesitation
Full desperation, this rap shit so amazing
Spend everything I got for one night, (yea yea)
She like rich dudes, she got one type, (yea yea)
Cannot pull up with no music, un-hyped (yea yea)
I'd bring a speaker to a gun fight, (yea yea)
Lemme go check the stats
Lemme go check the stats
Lemme go run the math
Lemme go run the math
All my numbers adding up, your bitch ain't coming back
She finna rock with me and I might just take a crack
She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"
She already know, money all the time
But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying
You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime
Watch her glow down
Watch her go down
Yea I'm on the road now
She wanna go down
Really got a gold sound
No sign to slow down
PGA Tour
I feel like a pro now
Came a long way from the Lexus
I got fans down in Texas
Imma have to get my Nexus (Uh uh)
Never had a wreck, I guess I'm wreck-less
In the car, don't do no texting
She gon' wait to get the message (Uh)
Sent it via Rogers, now I gotta dodge her
Jumping out the way like Frogger, big shit popper
Everytime I play this song, big whip knocker
Boy your chain look like copper, go and see your doctor
Neck green, check these or it's the check please
Way I'm ballin on you, I should win a ESPY
Booted up my DS, I need a SD
He can't test me, that boy rock a Nike Tech Fleece
Driving Talledaga nights, I feel like Ricky Bobby
Price on my head, bitch come and get the bounty
Gotta shut it down, she said she feel icky bout me
Communication seized, I can't have that bitch around me
She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"
She already know, money all the time
But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying
You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime
Watch her glow down
Watch her go down
Yea I'm on the road now
She wanna go down
Really got a gold sound
No sign to slow down
PGA Tour
I feel like a pro now
She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"
She already know, money all the time
But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying
You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime
Watch her glow down
Watch her go down
Yea I'm on the road now
She wanna go down
Really got a gold sound
No sign to slow down
PGA Tour
I feel like a pro now
Hometown, gotta rep it for the team, Van City
Used to play for United, I ain't talking Man City
Head down to waterfront, I keep couple bands with me
Don't care 'bout what the opps say, them boys can't get me
Not popping enough, no time for celebrating
I'm tryna make my mark, ain't talking exclamation
I feel the pressure raising, waiting on my hesitation
Full desperation, this rap shit so amazing
Spend everything I got for one night, (yea yea)
She like rich dudes, she got one type, (yea yea)
Cannot pull up with no music, un-hyped (yea yea)
I'd bring a speaker to a gun fight, (yea yea)
Lemme go check the stats
Lemme go check the stats
Lemme go run the math
Lemme go run the math
All my numbers adding up, your bitch ain't coming back
She finna rock with me and I might just take a crack
She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"
She already know, money all the time
But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying
You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime
Watch her glow down
Watch her go down
Yea I'm on the road now
She wanna go down
Really got a gold sound
No sign to slow down
PGA Tour
I feel like a pro now
Came a long way from the Lexus
I got fans down in Texas
Imma have to get my Nexus (Uh uh)
Never had a wreck, I guess I'm wreck-less
In the car, don't do no texting
She gon' wait to get the message (Uh)
Sent it via Rogers, now I gotta dodge her
Jumping out the way like Frogger, big shit popper
Everytime I play this song, big whip knocker
Boy your chain look like copper, go and see your doctor
Neck green, check these or it's the check please
Way I'm ballin on you, I should win a ESPY
Booted up my DS, I need a SD
He can't test me, that boy rock a Nike Tech Fleece
Driving Talledaga nights, I feel like Ricky Bobby
Price on my head, bitch come and get the bounty
Gotta shut it down, she said she feel icky bout me
Communication seized, I can't have that bitch around me
She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"
She already know, money all the time
But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying
You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime
Watch her glow down
Watch her go down
Yea I'm on the road now
She wanna go down
Really got a gold sound
No sign to slow down
PGA Tour
I feel like a pro now
Credits
Writer(s): Harsh Casino
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.