Roadmoney Music

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