Lyrics Y - Rocko

Left back (left back, left back)
Guess what? (Shit)
Guess what? (Why not?)
The Cannon
Why you don't answer me the question?
The Cannon
Why you here? So what, get some wine
Why your bitch there love the spot?
The other question need to be answered, nigga
Ay, turn up

Some days I might just thug you
Come out there how I fuck you
Wide 3 charge is stupid
Jar made jogging look cool
Porsche design for my beanie
Porsche cure my deedle
All day I dream about that sex
I still rock with Jesus

Go switch up on my rest
Snake skin about yourself
These nigga pray about being rich
Real niggas want wealth (turn up)
Go get that sep out myself
Let TD burrow my jet
Slide on matter say he feel
Gon' fall my bitch then I jet

I went from ashy to classy
The camera ready, I'm flashy
Jellan Fazy he laze me
Patrick Swayze, they dancing
Chopping my biggie vibe
I got a passion for fashion
Then I have it I grab it
Got a passion for flashing

Hey all this money out here nigga, why you bitching and shit? (Why?)
You been hussling for years, why you ain't get rich and shit? (Why?)
Why your swag ain't do the rule, why you be playing the tone? (Why?)
Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down? (Why?)
Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke? (Why?)
Why you flexing like you gangsta? Niggas you know you's a hoe (why?)
Why you always worry about me? Why you always around me? (Why?)
Why you ain't doin' the shit that I did? Why you ain't livin' the life that I live?

Keep our stylings for earning
Line up my clothes before I wear 'em
I know backpack made for books
But my stack like book so I wear 'em
Better yet nigga, I care 'em
Gotta know know how to play it
Just had lunch with the mayor
Big coops to the player

Go to church in Armani
People look at me funny
Guard say come as you are
I cannot help but get money
I can't help I like my clothes
I work that hard every day
Spend my cash the way I choose
I just do me, you do you

Ay ran away from my shirt
Even my undie matching
Oh I ain' no lable chaser nigga
I just fell in love with Fabrige
The way they alter just for me
The way I look, can't deny me
Fell then you pee when you meet me
For then you see what you see, ay me

Hey all this money out here nigga, why you bitching and shit? (Why?)
You been hussling for years, why you ain't get rich and shit? (Why?)
Why your swag ain't do the rule, why you be playing the tone? (Why?)
Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down? (Why?)
Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke? (Why?)
Why you flexing like you gangsta? Niggas you know you's a hoe (why?)
Why you always worry about me? Why you always around me? (Why?)
Why you ain't doin' the shit that I did? Why you ain't livin' the life that I live?

(First) why we first at everything? 'Cause we A1 (I called it)
We ain't playing for anything, we get it day one (we run it)
All the boss are ripping torso (I'm with the shit)
Extra chips, ruffles (bag 'em)
Sometimes I wonder why I be stand up (why?)
'Cause I send them prayers up (amen)
Sunday morning I pay my offering (ties)
Cali form for my offspring (my guys)
And probably when I'm in that Rolls Royce thing (ooh)

They be like, "Rock, why you won't retire?"
"Why you won't jay gold?"
I be like, "Why? I'm on fire"
Why reply, why ask why?
Why not? Bitch I'm hot
Why you got a Maybach if you ain't got no driver (why?)
Why you be doing that shit if you ain't got her? Hey

Hey all this money out here nigga, why you bitching and shit? (Why?)
You been hussling for years, why you ain't get rich and shit? (Why?)
Why your swag ain't do the rule, why you be playing the tone? (Why?)
Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down? (Why?)
Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke? (Why?)
Why you flexing like you gangsta? Niggas you know you's a hoe (why?)
Why you always worry about me? Why you always around me? (Why?)
Why you ain't doin' the shit that I did? Why you ain't livin' the life that I live?