ROSCOE DASH


T.t.u Lyrics

{x2}Married to the money man this bitch look like a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money, p*ssy, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U.R.O.S.C.O.E pockets fat like pregnant tummy sprained my wrist the otha day I wraped it like a mummy *dman* I'm checked up, flexed up bit your neck up all these chickens love me *They do* they Vacuum, Vacuum blow my speakers volume on one-hundred *woah* I'm T.T.U my reapers blue I looked down at the sky *I do* No parachute, No rebel if I fall then I'll die *woah* That's why yo nigga go hard every day that I'm alive *stupid* twenty-twenty everything my sopher doesn't dry *woah* flexing flexing hit the mall with white folks in my pocket hour thirty minutes later leave with more shit then they brought *flexing* in ball'n ball'n ball'n you can call it what you call it this shit just like a poker game and bitch I'm going all out *Leegooo* Married to the money man this bitch look like a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money, p*ssy, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U. Bank account *overload* *woah* if money was a drug then I overdose boss shit stupid cash every time I hit the bank is wit a trash bag *Money* roscoe pockets much macho ambre I'm the V.I.P flexed up with dimes louda then rosé *flexing* haters want my reign to stop but there ain't no way Jose I'm just tryna f*ck the game like wayne did in 08 and then they got no money it's a no go that's my motto *my motto* I made it I know the truth is a hard pill to swallow *it is* I shut the city down every single place that I go it take ya tewnty years to get on the shit that I'm on *leegoo* Married to the money man this bitch look like a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money, p*ssy, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U.

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