Rotation ft. Young Deji & Young Onir Lyrics

Uh now you heard that this shit on the floor

In the candy paint sliding I'm dropping off bows

Hit that bitch from the back on the low

Don't go posting that shit if you want this forever my baby

nobody gonna know

I pop like a soda I used be asking for change to get gars at the store

Even though he ain't post right there on the block

he could still run that shit from his home

They gonna call up my phone bout a bitch

know I'm diggin' diggin' it down in her throat

I ain't changing for shit gotta watch how I move

cuz these niggas be stealing my flow

It gonna take a lil longer I be grinding lil hard

cuz niggas ain't selling they soul

I'm just trying to sell out the show get the bag in it

Imma go get me some more

You get high I got that for the low

hit my line when you tryna get more

Uhh how could I how could I

stop if I'm having that movement and I fill it with clothes

Had to tell that lil bitch we just chill in my bed

but she keep tryna take off her clothes

Now she looking at me like she love me she want it forever

she stayed down I flood it with gold

Every day is a blessing gotta thank the man upstairs

for my falls and my lessons

Dejo passed me the lob now we runnin' the court

gotta puff puff pass and don't fuck up rotation

Claim that she love me tell her baby I'm sorry

but the benji's are my only shawty

I ain't no simp but that booty be heavy so I open the door

and provide her that Henny

Really pushing that weight don't need me a spotter

She hit my line up but I'm up to another

From the east to the west yeah we really established

Baby just sit and relax when you roll up with me

yeah you know you're with popa

Bad bitches at the show

nigga lotta booty's on the floor

Watch out how I'm poppin at the club

Where you wanna go? Just let me know

She's addicted to designer clothes yeah

Bad bitches at the club they be vibing to my songs

All these niggas broke they all be on some hoe shit

I can't rock with them cause I be on some 'mo shit

Dissing on the gram my niggas know that's some dumb shit

I be on some 'mo shit

Woah woah where you wanna go?

let me know yea yea

I'm high as hell flying real gas

3 5 my shit stacked

I can hit your bitch from the back that's a touchdown

Nigga played with cap ended up like damn clown

Woah woah if she don't wanna fuck nigga kick her out the spot

Uh now you heard that this shit on the floor

In the candy paint sliding I'm dropping off bows

Hit that bitch from the back on the low

Don't go posting that shit if you want this forever my baby

nobody gonna know

I pop like a soda I used be asking for change to get gars at the store

Even though he ain't post right there on the block

he could still run that shit from his home

They gonna call up my phone bout a bitch

know I'm diggin' diggin' it down in her throat

I ain't changing for shit gotta watch how I move

cuz these niggas be stealing my flow

It gonna take a lil longer I be grinding lil hard

cuz niggas ain't selling they soul

I'm just trying to sell out the show get the bag in it

Imma go get me some more

You get high I got that for the low

hit my line when you tryna get more

Uhh how could I how could I

stop if I'm having that movement and I fill it with clothes

Had to tell that lil bitch we just chill in my bed

but she keep tryna take off her clothes

We got Houston in the house

We got Mexico City in the house

We got money on our account

and we got snow bunnies at the crib nigga