Roots Lyrics

Hey Taz, you fuckin' that beat up

Money fiend, designer fiend

Denim tears on me

Know I gotta keep a Glock

This bitch here got hella shots

I don't want no bitch with no BBL

I'd rather buy my main bitch Chanel

I put my daughter in givenchy when she was two

I been poppin' that shit, nigga

You can tell I'm a fuckin' tree of

Life, I got roots

I'd rather watch on my wrist for cuffs

I don't want no chain, nigga

Remind me of a noose

I been on that E-way and that shit gettin' loose

Shout of Don Julio

Gave me the boost

I got a quarter key and ps

Fuck thot hoes, opp hoes, in B&Bs

I be swervin' potholes and smokin' trees

Nigga, I be smokin' shrimp, po' boy, and swisher leaves

Ran through 100K, my easy breeze

I love this trappin' shit

I'm a money fiend

How many times I'ma tell you, niggas

I be trappin, nigga

How many times I tell you, nigga

I kinda be rappin, nigga

Denim tears marksmen

Trappin' out a luxury apartment

Make sure I do this shit smart

I'ma always trap this shit in my DNA

And I keep this shit cool, ice tray

Yeah, yeah

Money fiend

Designer fiend

Denim tears on me

Know I gotta keep a Glock

This bitch have got hella shots

I don't want no bitch with no BBL

I rather buy my main bitch, Chanel

I put my daughter in givenchy when she was two

I been poppin' this shit, nigga

You can tell I'm a fuckin' tree of life

I got roots

Pussy