A$AP ANT, Lil 2dow, LuLu P - Rothschild Family lyrics
[A$AP ANT, Lil 2dow, LuLu P - Rothschild Family lyrics]
Diamonds ice on me
Lean bitch under palm trees
Molly talk, I got her horny
Plot it out, I played it calmly
Direct the play just like I'm Spike Lee
Coco diamonds like I'm Ice T
Imma win, that's more than likely
My jewelry glow, it hit like lighting
JAY Z, Memphis Bleek
I'm on the freeway counting sheep
You lost your flow now you offbeat
I might pull up in a 4 door Jeep
I thank God for that coco leaf
Told him it's runtz, but it's really OG
But it's all good cause I serve with the heat
I'm in DC with my nigga Lu P
Push start whip, I don't need no key
I might just pour a four in a peach
I hit the plows on my motherfuckin feet
I hate talking on the phone
Like the nigga Big Meech
This shit get deep in
These motherfucking streets
Me and Wo swap Glocks every time we meet
In the hood eye to eye with the fiends
I want double the price for them beans
I need a quarter mil' for this game
I put the Vs under the rain
If it ain't Gs bitch it is strange
They know how I'm coming i put this shit on
Tell them bitches get on yo knees
Get shit on, frostbite wrist on
I went platinum in these streets
I ain't tryna get on
Mmm, where the motherfuckin chickens?
I ain't have a choice
I had to motherfuckin get it
Mmm, bitch you is a smart dial
I'm tryna have it forever like a Rothschild
Mmm, you niggas bitches
Too much emotion in the bidness
Lean bitch under palm trees
Molly talk, I got her horny
Plot it out, I played it calmly
Direct the play just like I'm Spike Lee
Coco diamonds like I'm Ice T
Imma win, that's more than likely
My jewelry glow, it hit like lighting
JAY Z, Memphis Bleek
I'm on the freeway counting sheep
You lost your flow now you offbeat
I might pull up in a 4 door Jeep
I thank God for that coco leaf
Told him it's runtz, but it's really OG
But it's all good cause I serve with the heat
I'm in DC with my nigga Lu P
Push start whip, I don't need no key
I might just pour a four in a peach
I hit the plows on my motherfuckin feet
I hate talking on the phone
Like the nigga Big Meech
This shit get deep in
These motherfucking streets
Me and Wo swap Glocks every time we meet
In the hood eye to eye with the fiends
I want double the price for them beans
I need a quarter mil' for this game
I put the Vs under the rain
If it ain't Gs bitch it is strange
They know how I'm coming i put this shit on
Tell them bitches get on yo knees
Get shit on, frostbite wrist on
I went platinum in these streets
I ain't tryna get on
Mmm, where the motherfuckin chickens?
I ain't have a choice
I had to motherfuckin get it
Mmm, bitch you is a smart dial
I'm tryna have it forever like a Rothschild
Mmm, you niggas bitches
Too much emotion in the bidness