Roosevelt
[Verse: J.R. Cruise]
(Uh)
Got money on the shelf
Get it by myself
Don't need nobody else
The block stay hot like hell
My mama get my mail
I had some packs to sell
But I stopped that
Cuz I can't go to jail
I pray that I prevail
Im chilling with yo girl
No we go way back, I know her very well
All her friends bad
Especially Michelle
Its her first time in L.A., she at the Roosevelt
I just wanna hit that, hit that
Can a nigga hit that
Couple city niggas with me everybody get back
Now I look around I be like "damn where my friends at?"
She wasn't fucking from the start but know she where my ends at
Stone Island tee yea it cover this six-pack
Have her in the coupe she be like "ohh where that dick at"
Snub 32 we out riding when its pitch black
My life is like a rollercoaster but I don't fuck with Six-Flags
Real niggas senses on me, hard for me to trust ya
Pull a niggas card, I can sense it when you bluffin
DNG my denim bossin up and now she fucking
Took her on a date and now she think a nigga cuffin'
Told that girl like this, Im bout my dough just like a muffin
If it ain't bout that then really there is no discussion
Soul food plate don't like my greens and yams touchin' (Ugh)
At my granny house she seen a nigga come from nothin