Young Roddy - Still Tryna Get It lyrics

rate me

So it’s back to the block to make moves

I gotta get that loot, stack that money like a jew

It’s on to the next, my old grow, old loose

And my paint job tryina wet, I make your bitch drool

I bet he don’t got a clue, she send pics to me nude

Turn that kitty to a pool, I’m a fool

Shit, that slow dough, will get your ass to blues

That og keep my eyes suhu

But I’m all about my green, by all means that’s the truth

Since a teen I’ve been that dude give me room

Day dreaming bout a coupe on 22’s

But in reality, I’m sitting on this stoop

I’ve seen cops beat a nigga black and blue

I swear they don’t know me from my can of soup

I’m highed up, higher than your penthouse roof

This that gut sense tooth, followed by that canolupe nigga

[Hook]

And I got a little bit money but I’m still tryina get it

Still on my paper mission, still handle my bizness

I love my sisters I don’t love no bitches

Make a bitch cry a lake, better yet cry a river

That’s cold as december, I’m fucking up my lungs

My dog fucking up this liver, from this weed and all this liquor

And we still don’t give up, you know

Aw, try to smoke away my problems, but they ain’t work

And for a quick dollar, they hand first

I finally got some leather on my hand rest

Flow so sick it need bed rest

Hustling like I ain’t got no cash left

And it’s bf thinking till my last breath

It ain’t shit changed but my head dress

Old school with that money in my mattress

Label me a nigga man, a braveheart

True hustlers, grinding with no days off

Tryina get it, while I’m still living

Blowing piff in a whip with no ceiling

Try not to make the news, tryina shake the penitentiary

And I still say a prayer for my enemies

She stuck around when I was down, that’s a down bitch

She got good sense, she ain’t on no clown shit

[Hook]

And I got a little bit money but I’m still tryina get it

Still on my paper mission, still handle my bizness

I love my sisters I don’t love no bitches

Make a bitch cry a lake, better yet cry a river

That’s cold as december, I’m fucking up my lungs

My dog fucking up this liver, from this weed and all this liquor

And we still don’t give up, you know

Let that bitch breathe for a minute

Let that bitch breathe for a minute.