Letra de Rockstar Business
(Damn Draco, you made this?)
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Been tryna do right, but every day, feel like I'm doin' wrong (Fuck)
One milli' up, two milli' up, three milli' up
I might turn my new ho up on the first night, ain't let me fuck
I might go and wrap my Hellcat baby blue for my lil' brother (Brother)
I bought everything I wanted, I think I want me a daughter
New ride i8, touch the floor, I get too fried for a show up
Micro Drakey by my liver, he get did just like that boy
I drop fours in my cream soda, all day, I'm really loaded
MVP, I never got no fuckin' ring and I don't want it (Ain't want it)
Ain't sip no drink in like six months, but in the studio, I want it
My new bitch so fuckin' bad, her IG pics give me a boner
She ain't tryna fuck on cam, she say her last dude tried to expose her
Hit the road with me, I'm tourin', where you at? You know I miss you
On FaceTime, I give you kisses, wishin' you could eat my pickle (Fuck)
My money, it come first and everything else in the middle
Left and right hundreds and fifties, shit look like a pack of Skittles
Every show, I got a blick, I'm on stage with 10 milli' pistols
We can bang it out, they don't wan' bang it out, don't want war with us
I got pretty shit from the South, all my main hoes be from Philly
I been outside since a kid with a hightop totin' four-nickies (Damn)
Know we turn up the bity, still ridin' strikers through the city
I got eyes on him, he sittin', lil' bro bail out, get to blickin' (Brrt)
I know I can't love no thotty, but this lil' ho put her thing on me
But I shake back, I think like to myself, "Like, bro, you trippin'"
I can't love you ho, you silly, you just want me for my chicken
Land in Philly, bitch, I'm bippin', switch my numbers, I can't kick it
Coffee cup, but ain't nothin' in it, I got Tris on top of Trishin'
I low-key don't shop at Lenox, all my clothes, they get delivered
Been tryna do right, but every day, feel like I'm doin' wrong (Fuck)
One milli' up, two milli' up, three milli' up
I might turn my new ho up on the first night, ain't let me fuck
I might go and wrap my Hellcat baby blue for my lil' brother (Brother)
I bought everything I wanted, I think I want me a daughter
New ride i8, touch the floor, I get too fried for a show up
Micro Drakey by my liver, he get did just like that boy
I drop fours in my cream soda, all day, I'm really loaded
One milli' up, two milli' up, three milli' up
I might turn my new ho up on the first night, ain't let me fuck
I might go and wrap my Hellcat baby blue for my lil' brother (Brother)
I bought everything I wanted, I think I want me a daughter
New ride i8, touch the floor, I get too fried for a show up
Micro Drakey by my liver, he get did just like that boy
I drop fours in my cream soda, all day, I'm really loaded
MVP, I never got no fuckin' ring and I don't want it (Ain't want it)
Ain't sip no drink in like six months, but in the studio, I want it
My new bitch so fuckin' bad, her IG pics give me a boner
She ain't tryna fuck on cam, she say her last dude tried to expose her
Hit the road with me, I'm tourin', where you at? You know I miss you
On FaceTime, I give you kisses, wishin' you could eat my pickle (Fuck)
My money, it come first and everything else in the middle
Left and right hundreds and fifties, shit look like a pack of Skittles
Every show, I got a blick, I'm on stage with 10 milli' pistols
We can bang it out, they don't wan' bang it out, don't want war with us
I got pretty shit from the South, all my main hoes be from Philly
I been outside since a kid with a hightop totin' four-nickies (Damn)
Know we turn up the bity, still ridin' strikers through the city
I got eyes on him, he sittin', lil' bro bail out, get to blickin' (Brrt)
I know I can't love no thotty, but this lil' ho put her thing on me
But I shake back, I think like to myself, "Like, bro, you trippin'"
I can't love you ho, you silly, you just want me for my chicken
Land in Philly, bitch, I'm bippin', switch my numbers, I can't kick it
Coffee cup, but ain't nothin' in it, I got Tris on top of Trishin'
I low-key don't shop at Lenox, all my clothes, they get delivered
Been tryna do right, but every day, feel like I'm doin' wrong (Fuck)
One milli' up, two milli' up, three milli' up
I might turn my new ho up on the first night, ain't let me fuck
I might go and wrap my Hellcat baby blue for my lil' brother (Brother)
I bought everything I wanted, I think I want me a daughter
New ride i8, touch the floor, I get too fried for a show up
Micro Drakey by my liver, he get did just like that boy
I drop fours in my cream soda, all day, I'm really loaded
