Young Roddy - Legal Tender lyrics

rate me

ft. Trademark Da Skydiver

Shit, I remember 20 niggas on the block

Niggas running up like how much you get

And I don’t want no bitches, she ain’t the baddest

And she don’t want no nigga without no cabbage

They grinding and say don’t even try to holler

She knows I’m dollar, dollar, dollar, dollars

Either you making it happen or you watching

Made 24 K in one hour

She talking reckless, she must be on a molly

She tryna ride it but I’m grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding

I done made it to the top from the bottom

But at the bottom them niggas busting hollows

Tryna make it like a nigga hit the lotto

But them goons watching like who got it, got it, got it, got it

I got a box of dead presidents in my closet

Make through a bunch of dead rappers who want problems

Roll with my sword, word to Mohammed

And another comma, I’m talking profit, profit, profit

And they told me real Gs move in silence

I made a killing when I used to move that China

I’m out here driving if I ever hear them sirens

I don’t need no lighter to spit that fire, fire, fire, fire

I’m feeling like Dr. Dre on that chronic

I’m feeling like BIG, who shot you?

I’m tryna make my paper circulate

I been plotting all goddamn day

Been in the trenches so long my boots muddy

I live by two rules: love family and get money

Grind behind mines in this rain, snow or when’s sunny

No matter the weather straight out to get this cheddar

Like a fine wine, over time I get better

Niggas sleeping if they think they creeping up to my level

Live by this motto, keeping business over pleasure

Diamond in the rough, dig me up, I’m hidden treasure

Niggas in the hood up to no good, talk Berettas

Attitude whatever, modern day good fellas

Round here you either buying or selling

Snitches get stitches in ditches, so keep it quiet, no telling

Make them dollars circulate, that’s what I’m yelling

Been on this paper chase since I was eleven

Got my pedal to the metal, no slowing up

In the fast lane to get change, watch me snatch it up

Till my pockets fat enough

And I’m people peeling, straight chilling, slinging verses like..

Big business over here, I’m talking mega bucks

Fresh bands in my pants, my pockets stay padded up, nigga