Roadmoney Music Lyrics

On the interstate, or in the air, you know we get it gone

Lil' Tabs just touched down right off the plane with like 50 bowls

Ayy, LittDev just cashed out on more diamonds, man, his neck too froze

Still stick a nigga up for all his shit, I need another load

Brodie just came home, he beat a body, still a snatch a soul

The niggas screamin' that they stitched lip, the first ones to fold

And my young's beat his ass because he snitched why the fuck he told

And if I lose my life up on the road, just know I stuck to the code

Droppin' fours in Sprite twice every night because my life too cold

If he ain't up the yeekie when he seen him, he is not my bro

Teachin' niggas how to walk down, hit my cha-cha though

Teachin' niggas how to chase a bag and not chase a hoe

Nah, I can't go for the lil' pup, you see the paws on me

My sharks like to do they choppa dance, you see the jaws on him

Wiggle through they shit for seven days and see nobody

Ayy, they low and out of bounds, I doubt these niggas keep a pole by em'

Send a drop, I get a load, I bet I'm poppin' up

Bouncin' out with chops and big sticks, I'm tryna face him, huh

Fill my wood with Zaza, I stuffed another blunt

I can't take that nigga on the road because he talk too much

When I made my first band, I spent it wisely, know I bought it

When I lost my first bitch, I turnt up and went and touched some funds

When you did your first skid, it went left because you niggas suck

That was T-Dawg and 3X bouncin' out the cut

Ayy, I be tryna tell Infant to chill cause he a demon

I ain't tryna say I know it all, I just know that I done seen it

Pop a perky in the booth and spark my wood and now I'm speakin

Skitted up, just me and Bam, we fell in and started reachin'

Ayy, you be tryna rap the life that I be living

Ayy, Delta too pricey, I guess I'm flying Spirit

Double cup my styrofoam and throw some Piru in it

You know my cup bloody then a bitch, hope I ain't hurt your crippin'

On the interstate, or in the air, you know we get it gone

Lil' Tabs just touched down right off the plane with like 50 bowls

Ayy, LittDev just cashed out on more diamonds, man, his neck too froze

Still stick a nigga up for all his shit, I need another load

Brodie just came home, he beat a body, still a snatch a soul

The niggas screamin' that they stitched lip, the first ones to fold

And my young's beat his ass because he snitched why the fuck he told

And if I lose my life up on the road, just know I stuck to the code