rony – red bottoms lyrics
{chorus} {rony}
bad b+tch in the club looking like a dime
red bottoms on her feet yeah she know she fine
she gone let me hit it she know i’m the man
i’ve been getting to the money i’ve been stacking up my bands
{verse 1} {rony}
if it’s rony and dro on the beat then it’s a bucket
5% tint when i’m cruising in the urus
stay strapped like a g+y b+tch them trojans saved my life
young n+gga ain’t worried bout sh+t but dividends
got tired of being broke had to boss up and become a man
had to put them guns down now i get paid to rap on beats
now im living different 7 figures different
telling all my guys we never going back to the bottom
so i work the hardest and the smartest putting portland on the map
{verse 2} {rony}
on a mission tryna be the goat tryna be the best to ever do it so i’m on a role… and i’m on parole
bad b+tches love me and good girls go bad for me
spending all my money you can’t take it to the grave
young n+gga got it out the slums got it out the mud
thinking back i was so broke i had no money on my phone
same n+ggas hating on me asking for a feature
same b+tches used to call me weird turning into groupies
now i’m getting paid now i’m in a wraith
looking back at life look how far we came
it’s a gangsta party baby no you ain’t invited
all my apes come with big sticks and big clips
just incase a n+gga tryna act out tryna get some clout
don’t treat me like i’m normal baby you know i ain’t average
{verse 3} {hs dro}
look, said she love me when i’m disrespectful girl you got some issues
down up with my hood racks on my momma i’m finna get lose
doggy b+tch a chooser don’t be mad cause i get chose
circle full of steppers whipe your nose just like some tissues
man i never had a lot but i’m still tryna make some shake tho
you ain’t talking money why you tryna conversate for
shawty want some ass shots but she don’t like yo cake fo
that ain’t ever been the issue but yo pockets need some weight tho
{verse 4} {hs dro}
i’ve been really been on my collar like i see it unapologetic
so in love with dead presidents starting think i got a fetish
once some sh+t i buy it in cash dawg i don’t got no credit
paper like abortions to a hooker the way i gotta get it
man my sh+t too hard these bars might get me sent me to h+ll
i just don’t be talking send this sh+t to venezuela
some of my partners went to college some of my partners went to jail
me i’m tryna score in every city like the nfl might as well
{chorus} {rony}
bad b+tch in the club looking like a dime
red bottoms on her feet yeah she know she fine
she gone let me hit it she know i’m the man
i’ve been getting to the money i’ve been stacking up my bands
bad b+tch in the club looking like a dime
red bottoms on her feet yeah she know she fine
she gone let me hit it she know i’m the man
i’ve been getting to the money i’ve been stacking up my bands
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