Faustin Asaad - Rodman

Talkin' bout money, Imma get that
See me in your city, got big racks
Get there when I get there, when I get back
I'mma be done re'd up and flipped that
I'mma be done re-remixed that
I'mma keep it G, spit big facts
And I got the tree, where the leaf at
Or the raw papers, I don't do zig-zags
He was just tryna get a quick bag
Young nigga got his whole shit blew back
Where they do that, you ain't knew that
Happens all the time, nothing new Jack
You cannot rewind or redo that
Sit back, recline, and re-loop that
The devil is a lie, I rebuke that
Got a slice of the pie now I'm too fat
In the pockets
And I'm popping
And the profit
Ain't a problem
Lot of these niggas be sneak dissing
I ain't say shit, just watched em
I done went perfected my defense
Got a nigga feeling like Rodman
I cannot be chillin' on the weekend
Gotta go and make me a deposit

Written by:
James Bowman

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