Rockie Fresh - What Ya Used To lyrics
rate meAgain got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, this ain’t what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor like this ain’t what you used to
A shorty says she wanna take a trip, got a pool and take a dip
Like this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
Racquetball without those gems, magic gets made when the lights get dim
And shorty ass fat but her waist real slim, might get a …S5M
Roll with the winners where the winters ain’t call
We chasing the heat while we traveling the globe
Waking up to breakfast, got the Gucci on the robe
And the diamonds in the bezel like they cutting on the store
What you wanna do, you want your coupe
You’re coming through, come spend the night
You living right, might change your life
Money ain’t a thing, I could clearly pay the price
And no the real legends do the same thing twice
Got a DC … and every time I hit it then she wearing nigga ice
She said that we bad but I ain’t taking her advice
I’mma keep rolling up and I’mma keep pulling up
Again got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, this ain’t what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor like this ain’t what you used to
A shorty says she wanna take a trip, got a pool and take a dip
Like this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
If I tell you that I got it then don’t even doubt it
Talk about a comma ‘cause the youngling been about it
I tell you ‘bout the hustle ‘cause I always been right at it
Into every situation tried to get some ends about it
At 17 my bitch was 35, I had a bet
It’s how I’m living and that boy ain’t even made a check
Ask me how much would I put up on the placing bets
I would bet everything, I knew I’ll always be a king
Shorty fell in love, it was just a fling
She be in the lab, show a nigga sing
Home girl hating on her, she might intervene
Back of my mind I’m just hoping that they do the team
Young niggas winning on this side, so in love but you’ll never dig right
Again got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, this ain’t what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor like this ain’t what you used to
A shorty says she wanna take a trip, got a pool and take a dip
Like this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
I say these hating ass niggas can’t ruffle my fathers
Or touch on my leathers
Success is my mental, looking at all my endeavors
Chin up, and I’m steady, I swear that I’m ready
To lock it down, give her life like she …
They yelling young and the realest ‘cause I show cold days
Tsunami all on these bitches, you niggas just make it rain
I’m taking trips to Japan, everything’s right at hand
My whole team on five, nigga, NBA jam
Screaming they just 87, they just 87
Me and my younglings about that fetty, all about that fetty
Guap, lean or cheddar out the delly, get in line
We the shit, boy, coming lead a life with young Rodney and Hit-Boy, bitch
Again got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, this ain’t what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor like this ain’t what you used to
A shorty says she wanna take a trip, got a pool and take a dip
Like this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
Again got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, this ain’t what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor like this ain’t what you used to
A shorty says she wanna take a trip, got a pool and take a dip
Like this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
No, this ain’t what you used to
