Roddie Flacco - Payola C & S

Ever since I came up now I'm balling she calling confessing her feelings
Back then she treat me like I was average, but I'm not like these niggas
I cut extra shit out the picture
That's when my racks start getting bigger
Lately i can't tell if love real or fake so therefor I cannot fuck with none of these niggas
Lately I rather get money roll up me wood and get lifted
Lately I been on my shit for come up I can't let em blurry the vision
Idk why they against it
I keep it cool cuz I'm crippin
Play wit them racks like I went pro in tennis
I doubled my profit and stacked to the ceiling

Racks on the way can't sleep
I jump right off the porch
And went straight to the streets
You ain't gotta lie keep it p
Know some killas gone slide up for me
Payola so everything come with a fee
Imma tax I can't let nothing go for the cheap
From the C but my cup dirty like triple d
I been juggin all day in a payola tee

Pull up in tesla
I'm rolling up lettuce
Keep bags of that pressure
It turned to a fetish
Got drip and persona
A natural finesser
I been wit the shit
I'm a nigga from texas
First I got a new whip
Then I bought a new crib
For my momma to live in the hills.
I had a plans
Cuz I wanted them bands
Had stick to the shit
I was deep in the field.
She wanna fuck cuz I'm handsome
I make her bust like handgun
She just got back from atlanta.
Now she in the h
For the dollas she dancing
Trap open till we in a mansion
We jugging but won't serve a random
I flip the work like a samsung
Wok and tech doubled mix in a fanta

Racks on the way can't sleep
I jump right off the porch
And went straight to the streets
You ain't gotta lie keep it p
Know some killas gone slide up for me
Payola so everything come with a fee
Imma tax I can't let nothing go for the cheap
From the C but my cup dirty like triple d
I been juggin all day in a payola tee

On my way to bank
Tryna stay out the way
Now it's only blue cheese in the safe
As a youngin I had to go get it
I stuck to the vision
I been making plays
A bank is the only thing
That imma chase
Just to get rich
All the risks
I will take
You need to work out
Cuz yo name don't hold weight
Drop a load imma get it gone all in one day

I'm seeing clarity
Vvs
Ghost ride the whip
In a gt
I got a pint
And i pour up to sip
Now my body on cruise
Like a pt
Stayed on my grind
For a minute believe me
And niggas still asking for freebies
I get the extra on extras like e t
Drop some new shit
They gone put it on repeat

Racks on the way can't sleep
I jump right off the porch
And went straight to the streets
You ain't gotta lie keep it p
Know some killas gone slide up for me
Payola so everything come with a fee
Imma tax I can't let nothing go for the cheap
From the C but my cup dirty like triple d
I been juggin all day in a payola tee

Written by:
Shyrod Anderson

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