Casey Veggies, Rockie Fresh - Energy lyrics

Gold watch, gold chain, pretty chick
Designer frame peas & Carrots, MMG
Girls wanna be a friend of me
Then she feeling my energy
She feeding off of my energy
She fell in love with me energy
Fell in love with my energy
Gold watch, gold chain, pretty chick
Designer frame
Chi Town to LA, girls wanna be a friend of me
Then she feeling my energy
She feeding off of my energy
She fell in love with me energy
Fell in love with my energy

My pajamas be fresher than
These niggas club shit
I be on that I don’t give
A fuck about your buzz shit
I be smoking on that weed
It’s really not a drug quit
Shawty feeling my energy
I’m who she fell in love with
Have tumblr bitches, but I never name drop
None of my bitches i got love for my bitches
Got some ones that do dishes
Got some ones that grant wishes
I got someones that give me money
That get from you niggas
True player, never hater
I got love for the game
Gotta shout out my nigga Casey
We hustle the same
Gotta shout out to all the fans cause
The love is all the same
Ducking and dodging all the fake
Shit the anything lay
I went from being broke to fuck
It I’m boarding the plane
Flooding the market while I’m watching
It go down the drain
We both seein things we ain’t
Think we would see
MMG, PNC, what you thought it would be

This empire, to a king
A lame shit intervene
In the back on the scene
Get raps, it was a dream can’t front
It was me know when you popped it
Did drops spins, I wanted all like 20 hoes
That sax fifth
One more gear, she want a man in a leash
Who spend a grand in our teams
She a freak, but she a queen
That’s a good back if you ask me
? record mad heat take her to a 5 star suite
And when she walk in, straight to the sheets
You niggas labeling elites
Grind double with your pops ain’t seen
I'd be running for you fast if
It wasn't for these jeans i got so much cash
That I'm a walking lick
DTA, I'll never trust a chick
Do it for the kids I'm just
Trying to find my list
God got me on my chest cause I’m blessed
New gold, new gold this shit
I love a boozy hood chick
I’m real rich, I’m really that nigga
She say she a singer, I put her on the team
And now she raps with us
We put her on game, she got a little name
And now she passing us
It’s the Peas & Carrots gang
Young niggas getting fame but in the cash
We trust