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young roddy - 4 the money lyrics

[verse 1]
i shipped it off and got paid
i blaze for them days i had to work like a slave
my n-gga said he blaze for them days he was on paper
probation, been a long time waiting almost drove my n-gga crazy
and yeah i understand but that ain’t long cause we been praying
ain’t complaining, i’m just saying
this rap sh-t gon’ make us major
i mapped out my plans, p-ssed it out to my man
[?] on my right hand
i swear to god we get this paper
now my eyes low like i’m asian
stay blowed like a haitian
sent my momma to jamaica when i make it
i promise my girl a gold bracelet, god daughter a mercedes
soon as i get my pesos, no plan
i bet a n-gga ball like a laker
sign my homies to the label
good sense but we ain’t never gave a d-mn
my kicks f-cked up cause i be getting out the mud
i cop an ounce from cuz and smoke it on blood

[instrumental break]

[verse 2]
what up, mike that’s my step dad
homie taught me how to fix a flat
taught me how to bat
i know that sh-t ain’t much but that’s way more than dad
and nah i ain’t dissing neither, n-gga that’s my mans
but it is what it is though my n-gga i’m just saying
my father done a big stuff [?], my momma had a gig
so what that make me, n-gga the man of the crib
small thing to a g
i can handle this sh-t and then i did
and best believe i held that sh-t down with ease
them good trees hold my hard times at ease
[?] for peach, d-mn
and all this dirty money, give me the need for speed
i’m tryna find a spot to plant my money tree
word to pimp c, i’m sippin’ out this jug
i cop an ounce from cuz and smoke it out with blood, boy

[outro]
this that thug life, n-gga
aye, this that thug life
and this that thug life
life

- young roddy lyrics

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