Rossa Skywalka - Circulate

I get the cash I'm in my bag I make it circulate
Add to stash I was in last so I had to make a way
I'm in trap with them extensions I up the murder rate
Stop with the cap holding your fitted you get your shit sprayed
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
I'm in the trap and I'm working late
I'm on the grind make it circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Counting money fucking bad bitches my fetish
Everyday I get green nigga no lettuce
I made a name in these streets so I got leverage
I'm dosing off hella drop off in my beverage
They ain't understand a nigga pain so I had to tell it
When I got off in my bag man they got jealous
I ain't gotta pick up the pack plug gone mail it
Gotta keep your moves on the low these niggaz be telling
I done ran them bands up and now it's green no relish
I done seen love was getting fake so I got selfish
And I'm riding around that fire sitting on my pelvis
I'mma rock out with the tool I feel like Elvis
I survived when it got hard shit was so hellish
When come back out the pot it's gone be palish
I'm in love with getting these racks man I can't help it
My dawg stay with the pole two time felon
I get the cash I'm in my bag I make it circulate
Add to stash I was in last so I had to make a way
I'm in trap with them extensions I up the murder rate
Stop with the cap holding your fitted you get your shit sprayed
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
I'm in the trap and I'm working late
I'm on the grind make it circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
All these plays hit my slab it's time to run it up
Ain't no such thing as losses ain't no runner up
Taxed they ass for the pack if we gone ship it out
All these bennies on a nigga ain't no running out
Two fifty for a zip if it's the whole thang
Charging fifteen for a gram of that xotti mane
Drop that coke off in the water bet it coming back
Plug dropped me off a load in a back pack
I get the cash I'm in my bag I make it circulate
Add to stash I was in last so I had to make a way
I'm in trap with them extensions I up the murder rate
Stop with the cap holding your fitted you get your shit sprayed
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
I'm in the trap and I'm working late
I'm on the grind make it circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate
Circulate

Written by:
Reginald Hardemon

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