Текст песни Roll Bounce - Fase

I don′t getting money (money)
Take my account (account)
Whip sitting on a skates
Nigga, roll and bounce (and bounce)
Babe, you tryna count to hold them out
Leave the calculated finger
And your toes out
Yeah, keep 'em coming (yeah)
Out your booty mouth (mouth)
Nigga, feast New York
To the whole south
Put it out
But I ain′t tryna hold out
I'mma keep doing shows till they sold out (out)
You ain't gonna like it (nah)
But you will respect (yup)
I put my work in
I took my steps
Now my track from J1
They wish to see face done
I think it′s amazing
But reckless that they gone
Niggas are facing
It′s hard to find real for this boat we chasin'
My heart be racing or
Frantically pacing
Just being the realness of
Vibe was a privilege
Till they found us some living
With a mind is still living
On a might got ripping
Are the niggas still skipping
Saw me increasing my distance
(What up?) they fell in my lyrics
Told the government kissing (ah-huh)
Now I′m upping the millions
And I'm upping these riches
Let′s go
I don't getting money (money)
Take my account (account)
Whip sitting on a skates
Nigga, roll and bounce (and bounce)
Babe, you tryna count to hold them out
Leave the calculated finger
And your toes out
Yeah, keep ′em coming (yeah)
Out your booty mouth (mouth)
Nigga, feast New York
To the whole south
Put it out
But I ain't tryna hold out
I'mma keep doing shows till they sold out (out)
If you ain′t talking money
I don′t understand (ha)
I'm a material junkie
Pop ′em rubber bands (man)
When I pull up to the spot (spot)
Them haters getting hot
With a mouth like them chewing on sand
My million dollar voice
Was a part of God's plan
Everyday, I advance
Closer to the top
White shoulder when she′s up
Party here
Gucci freebie whatnot
Brooklyn on my back (yup)
NBA in my track
So I keep spitting crack (what up?)
I do it for the hood and the boys in the trap
What you know about that?
Yeah
I keep doing off-street credit proof
And I sorta find the rat
Someone heard across the map
The map, the map, the map
I don't getting money (money)
Take my account (account)
Whip sitting on a skates
Nigga, roll and bounce (and bounce)
Babe, you tryna count to hold them out
Leave the calculated finger
And your toes out
Yeah, keep ′em coming (yeah)
Out your booty mouth (mouth)
Nigga, feast New York
To the whole south (what else?)
And I ain't tryna hold out (yeah, do the mix)
I'mma keep doing shows till they sold out (wait a minute last sound)
Squirl, letting we go (said all)