CountPennies - Roman Numbers

Ay
Wit' the gang tryna let somthin' bang
Ion' got a cold heart you can see it on my chain
Steady gettin' to this cake and it's all up on my brain
All dat' nigga do is talk and we gon' take it to the bank

Bend it over let me know how dat' shit taste
In the coupe I'm steady swervin' I can't even hit the brakes
In the booth like everyday
I could do this in one take
And I'm really on the grind I can't even take a break

Cause if I do then I be stuck like what the fuck
Catch that nigga on the 4th and we gon' have to light him up
We got the shit for all ya' needs we keep that shit right in the trunk
We tried to listen to yo' music in the whip but that shit suck

I can't work no nine to five but I get it nine to five
Told her get down on her knees I'm tryna see what's on her mind
We pourin' dranks up in the club but shit we do this all the time
And this watch got Roman Numbers I can't even tell the time

Never seen that double R until I had it in my hands
Never touched 100 bands until I had it in my pants
Feelin' like a superhero I'm like rest in peace to Stan
I can't even wear this hoodie they might think I'm in the Klan

I ain't fuckin' wit' that bitch we leave that shit up in the past
He ain't tryna change his life guess he ain't tryna touch no cash
Feelin like a grocer in this bitch I'm tryna touch a bag
She like how I'm livin' baby? I'm like shit it ain't that bad

Tryna give my mom a millie just to spend it wit her friends
Tryna touch up on dat' paper to the point it ain't gon' end
Shorty fine as hell like damn I can't even be her man
Put a red dot on his head just like the flag up in Japan

Written by:
John Landon

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