highroller

Joey Bada$$

Uh, yeah

Blowin money fast, but we ride slow (Skrrt)
This lifestyle we live to die for, so bullets is hollows
Ain t no tellin how it might go (Yeah)
Shooters hoppin out with the mask
watch his whole life flash, it s a slideshow (Brrt)
Every day is a dice roll, might get his head cracked
Niggas ain t playin fair, tryna make his bread back
They go crazy when they see low green (Uh)
When you get the hot hand, they kill they self-esteem
Street dreams are made of these
My uncle whip just got seized for a hundr?d keys
Couldn t believ? it when I heard the news
Though I always knew that the hustler spirit is in my blood
Just a different path I had to choose
I m havin it my way, ain t playin by the rules
Real player in the game
can give you a pointer or two (That s right)
Say, when the odds is against you, what you gon do?
Gotta keep a winner s attitude or else you re gonna lose
Girl, I wanna know

Girl, I m bout that dollar (Yeah)
Baby, when I call ya, you know
that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom (That s right)
But I fell harder, baby, when I see your face (Haha)
Money fix your problems (That s right, fact)
I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (Right)
What you want, I ma cop it
I oughta tell ya, baby, it s yours, yours

We just tryna thrive cause all we know is survival
Livin in the concrete jungle, had to be tribal (Yeah)
Basic instincts, my second nature is primal
Any sign of a rival, dead on arrival (Yeah)
Every day, my niggas gon pray, hand on the Bible (Right)
On these streets, seen false prophets and false idols (Uh)
Lotta niggas claimin they king
and lost titles by their queens
Got they ass set up cause they was liable
I m breathin new life in the game, it s a revival
Left me no choice, to take your spot, it was rightful
Life is a bitch and she back on her cycle
Can t stop til the chips I stack tall as the Eiffel
My attitude spiteful, my vision is insightful
Only downfall, at times, I m too prideful
I m the king of poppin shit, but I ain t Michael
The bag so long, look like I m packin a rifle
Girl, I wanna know

Girl, I m bout that dollar (Yeah)
Baby, when I call ya, you know
that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom (That s right)
But I fell harder, baby, when I see your face (Haha)
Money fix your problems (That s right, fact)
I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (Right, Ferg)
What you want, I ma cop it (Yeah, uh)
I oughta tell ya, baby, it s yours, yours

Came a long ways, always wanted that
You was fuckin with them drug dealers
out there sellin packs
Had to let my money stack (Hey)
Start to rap, got up in my bag, had to double back
Now I m a star, hit you in that sweet
with that honey pack (Uh)
Unwrap, them buns clap while them guns clap
Shootouts in your hood
while I m in it, I m still gon come back
I m with all the smoke
I ma hit it until my lungs black (Woo)
Then you poke it out
I ma stick it in like a thumb tack (Woo)
Jerking like you don t want that (Damn)
I want you to lick it until your tongue chap (Ugh)
Them diamonds be hittin under Burberry mittens (Woo)
Baguettie cut to precision, see
you ain t peep the vision (Right, yeah, uh)
I been on a mission, copped you
a new Patti LaBelle, that s a new addition (Uh)
Maybach, color Bobby Brown, this the new edition (Ooh)
(Girl, I wanna know) Damn

Girl, I m bout that dollar (Yeah)
Baby, when I call ya, you know
that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom (That s right)
But I fell harder, baby, when I see your face (Haha)
Money fix your problems (That s right, fact)
I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (Right)
What you want, I ma cop it (Yeah, uh)
I oughta tell ya, baby, it s yours, yours