Текст песни Back to the Ship - Rod$ta

Yeah
Yeah
Rod$ta!
Yeah
Rod$ta!
Yeah

I'm pregaming right at the spot and I'm coming through wildin'
I start at the four but I might just go end on an island
Like I'm home folding up clothes, my money keep piling
You talking that nonsense what is you talking about
Always gone see the rain, running down my window
She think I'ma play her, like her name Nintendo
But I always saw her face when I woke up in the morning
I think about those days, but I had to keep it going

Ha! Like this, had to keep it going like this
Had to keep it going like this
Never reverse
She sneak the weed in her purse
I put the beat in a hearse
Don't need my last name cause I'm always first
Yeah I'm gone checkout I'ma just use a cursor
I'm just honest I didn't mean to hurt you
Need a Heisman cuz' I feel like Herschel

Now she gotta start, I'm like what you doing
I'm up in New York, now I feel like Patrick Ewing
I ain't drinking coffee I smell some big shit brewing
In the ship again, I might go and throw a viewing
All orange fit, but I'm not going to jail
Won't go to the mall for shit, get the pack right through the mail

Boy you gotta rock with Apple, I ain't bout to cop no Dell
Hit the corner store get a Snapple, main girl hit my cellphone
What you want, what you want from the store
Hurry up and think gotta go
Yeah that young boy got flow fool
And we don't fuck with doubters
And we never hear them chatter

Now she gotta start, I'm like what you doing
I'm up in New York, now I feel like Patrick Ewing
I ain't drinking coffee I smell some big shit brewing
In the ship again, I might go and throw a viewing
All orange fit, but I'm not going to jail
Won't go to the mall for shit, get the pack right through the mail