letra de on da roof - zaehd & ceo
[verse 1: ceo]
had to cut off some friends, i ain’t need ’em
if i ever said somethin’, then i mean it
and this wock’ in my cup got me leanin’
i’ma take a sip, then i am dreamin’
made a pack, disappear like houdini
and all of my phones go “poof” like a genie
i remember n-ggas used to be in the back of the back
now they see us on t.v
i been up so long, i ain’t really felt down in a minute
now the whole team smile ’cause we winnin’
amg truck with a loud-ass engine and a 5% tint ’cause i’m out ‘my business
ain’t no way that lil’ baby gon’ rock while i’m in it
i’m thinkin’ bout havin’ a child whilе i’m in it
i’m a real c.e.o. just to be specific
i’m outеr sp-ce, you can tell by my pendant
i got za’s in my wood, yeah, i get faded
rick on my jacket and toes, i ain’t basic
my b-tch a barbie, and she lookin’ blasian
i get to a bag like my pops in the 80’s
i don’t give a f-ck about cops when we racin’
i think i can finally say “mama, we made it”
put my n-ggas in positions and places
money shower in the club, got ’em rakin’
promethazine in this purp’, got me rollin’
ain’t respondin’ to n-ggas ’cause half of ’em trollin’
these n-ggas gon’ change like a f-ckin’ emoji
i get a bag and i get it in motion
don’t gotta prove nothin’, i’m stayin’ to my city
your n-gga a rat, so that mean that you minnie
all blue hunnids, b-tch, these ain’t no fifties
pray everyday, good lord know i am sinnin’
[verse 2: zaehd]
they know i got money, i don’t gotta prove it
gotta put on my necklace ’cause i gotta do it
she want my location to see what i’m doin’
i told her “i’m movin’ and grovin'”
two black suburbans, i’m movin’ like luda’
them diamonds look blurry to me, who ‘your jeweler?
you not the shooter, i bust your medulla
diamonds from [?], they come by the cooler
he shakin’ my hand, but he is two-faced
i catch a n-gga like gettin’ up in hooters
he want the za, but i gave him shake
profit so long, i might need me a ruler
smoke once to the face to ease my mind
don’t worry ’bout me, ’cause i’m ’bout mine
she don’t got style but that’s fine
she was a five, now she a dime
push start on the bentley and thumb through them hunnids
what you just not doin’, i already done it
hop on a plane and go double the profit
i get the bag and i throw it in onyx
it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s faster than sonic
i beat the bag, now she speak ebonics
i’m hearin’ my name, i think i’m the topic
if she give topy, b-tch, make it sloppy
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