Lyrics Rocket - Price-c

Last night was a blur, I ain't get enough
I'm chasing that money, tryna get it up
Pop the blue pill, I'ma stay up
If you ain't down, you ain't real enough
You can't hold that wheel, you ain't trill enough
I just popped a pill, tryna wake me up

Roll another wood, I ain't high enough
We don't dress the same, you ain't fly enough
You ain't left the states, you ain't fly enough
You ain't on paper plates, you don't drive enough
That ain't no Gordon Ramsay steak, what you frying up
Nigga gotta test the work before I line it up
And like Giannis, I can't pass it for these green bucks
Cash rules, everything, girl, I'm creamed up

Look can I put some cream, in your cup
I'm from the coast where they make the cars jump
I'm from the coast where you get your ass jumped
I'm from the coast, neck on gold rush
I'm from the coast, gang signs thrown up
We the lost angels ever heard of us
Spend the night up at the ceasal before you fuck with us
In and out them twin towers, I ain't leveled up

Dancing with the devil when she bad as fuck
I can't pass a bitch up at eighties Magic Johnson
I can't lose no way that I ain't on Action Bronson
I can't fuck with her, that little bitch is toxic
Girl, I'm from the future, all I get is profits
Meet up with a nigga, you gon' need a rocket
Girl, I'm out of space, I been selling Sprockets
Ejector seat, girl, there ain't no time for talking

You made it this far, boy, there ain't no time for walking
Vampire, I sleep when I get the cofin
Ain't no love, these niggas kill Romeo
I'ma build a stick named Pinocchio
On Crenshaw, lining up them six-fours
I'm in Houston right now, can't wait to get home