Текст песни She Rollin - P.A. On The Track

John Blaze
What up P.A
Yeah
Its A beautiful day
Woke up on a beach
Wit a freak
I was supper lit
Gotta go hard can't stop
Cus I'm too legit
Imma keep it cool
But my dog he a lunatic
Putting every dollar in tha pot
On some Jewish shit
Unemployed
I ain't got a job
I be moving shit
Tim Taylor
Gotta keep a tool
Home improvement shit
Get paper
Gotta keep a knot
Or a few accounts
Shit hot
Gotta keep it low
Betta slow it down
Checkers naw nigga this chess
Betta make a move
They don't know how I get my dough
Let em stay confused
I don't bet
If the shit ain't set
I don't play to lose
Roam free I don't pay a fee
Cuz I paid my dues
State to state
Sleeping on a couch
I ain't gotta front
Now I got cash
I ain't gotta ask
She do what I want
It ain't shit
Now we got them sticks
We ain't gotta run
Go and take a trip
Spend a grip
That was just for fun
Ain't a nigga walking like me
That's tha fuckin truth
Nigga said he don't fuck wit me
I don't fuck with you
Baby say she feeling uptight
Imma spark the few
Tell her what to do
She don't listen
Imma cut her lose
I ask her if she Rollin
She like yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I been stepping for a minute nigga
I ain't even Greek
I been hustling for a while
Nigga I can't even sleep
Spend all day counting bread
I can count it in my sleep
Niggas swear that they be ballin
And don't even have a G
You be paying for that pussy
And I fuck them hoes for free
Made her cum so many times
She ain't even wanna leave
I be smokin back to back
I'm addicted to the weed
Roll a eighty in a blunt
Naw that ain't even me
Cuz my weed to potent
My team to focused
All we Do is spit is that crack
Now The fiend all know us
I ain't beva goin back to being broke
And I promise
Rob Peter Rob Paul
Just to make a few deposit
I can't run off on the plug
I bought 5 he fronted 10
That nigga put me on
Ge did me better than my friends
Gotta plug on the east
He will double what I spend
When we met I had a Honda
Now I'm looking at a Benz
Thank God for my muthafuckin scale
For them baggies for them bails
Did time but I ain't get life in jail
Nigga you don't fuck wit me nigga you can go to hell
Imma still get money fuck hoes live well nigga
I asked her if she Rollin
She like yeah
Yeah. yeah
Yeah
State to state
Sleeping on a couch
I ain't gotta front
State to state
Sleeping on a couch
I ain't gotta front
State to state
Sleeping on a couch
I ain't gotta front
Now I got cash
I ain't gotta ask
She do what I want