Текст песни Road - T Deniro

Back on the road
Back on the road
Back on shit won't fold
Gotta get cash where I go
Get bands on the low
Man don't know when Imma go
Waiting on the next episode
Can't mess up a note
Count right
To the plug this go
Why they mess up the code
Don't tell, they don't know
With the P's and the trees
On the road

Back on the road
Got me thinking bout facts
I ain't into showing love
But she making me laugh
Smoking till I go dumb
I ain't thinking bout that
She ain't feeling my mood
Cause I'm really like that
Back on the move
Caddy on cruise
Bring all the reef
Came up from cruise
Ain't knowing she
Ain't knowing you
Counting this money
I spent all the blues
Still bout my racks
Probably mad that I ran it up
Crazy part is man
I'm still gonna run it up
Leave it to me
Changing in time from rough
They gonna see
Louis bags doubled up
Case closed
Done as fuck
Thinking I was dumb as fuck
Minding bout my business
And they thinking I ain't done enough
Doing things that I must
Old ways that I trust
New ways got it up
Now gotta add it up
But there's no subtracting us
Just wrap it up
Add it up
Pack it up
Got me some reasons to not answer that
Couple months back
Damn wouldn't hit me back
Going through voicemails
And that list be fat
Didn't mean to, damn
Couldn't call you back
I was on the road really moving like that
If I take that you ain't getting it back

Back on the road
Back on the road
Back on shit won't fold
Gotta get cash where I go
Get bands on the low
Man don't know when Imma go
Waiting on the next episode
Can't mess up a note
Count right
To the plug this go
Why they mess up the code
Don't tell, they don't know
With the P's and the trees
On the road

Back on the road
Can't do it like last time
Fucked up my mood
When thinking bad times
Bags on the move
Don't consider It
Bad crime
Work for what's mine
And you know that the bag mine
Made super size
With chips
I don't have fries
Riding solo
I'm trapping in polo
Get rich or die trying
That is the motto
Still never done and I'm hoping they don't know

Back on the road
Back on the road
Back on shit won't fold
Gotta get cash where I go
Get bands on the low
Man don't know when Imma go
Waiting on the next episode
Can't mess up a note
Count right
To the plug this go
Why they mess up the code
Don't tell, they don't know
With the P's and the trees
On the road

The people that need us, mistreat us
And I cannot fuck with you tryna defeat us
Nah Nah, tripping to Venus, believe it
And I been the realest since I was a fetus
I know, keep it the cleanest conceal it
I'm passing the tests like the answer I'm reading, yessir
They fiending And I got the product
I thought of some fire but then I forgot it
I gotta deposit, banker I'm talking my wallet ain't folding again
I can't be walking I'm frozen again
Gas in the whip with the gas in my hand
You may know me but my ones are the fam
We had to sketch up a plan
We had to get and move it and dodge twelve
On that road but It's feeling more like hell
One wrong move and you might be in jail cell
I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
Outside this cash won't fold
No this cash won't fold I tried
I tried, I'm back on the road
I'm back on the road
Outside this cash won't fold
No this cash won't fold I tried