Iayze - Adin Ross lyrics

(Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
Real murdaworth shit, bitch, ayy, huh
Huh, young nigga gettin' money on camera, nigga, feel like Adin Ross, uh (Like Adin Ross)
Every time my momma got paid she used to take us to Ross (Take us– to Ross, nigga)

Ayy, I'm clean nigga, she wanna fuck, let me beat (Bitch)
Clean out the scene nigga, big ass truck, fuck up the streets (Rrr-rrr)
Roll up the weed nigga, roll the window down, don't fuck up the seats
Give me a Glock man, fuck a lil' ProMag
Niggas gon' fold off the G23

30 gon' sneak up and # creep, MP5 be bangin' like MP3
I don't get enough props when I shoot the Glock, bitch, I feel like CP3 (Bi–)
I don't get enough props when I took his thot, nigga I just saved his life
I don't get enough props, getting guap, laugh to the bank like Chris Rock

I don't get enough props, young nigga, I know myself a boss (Bitch)
Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like Adin Ross (Bitch)
She ride me like a Motocross, many niggas in your yard built like Rick Ross
Young niggas in the dark, they'll let it spark (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)

Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like Adin Ross (Nigga)
Young nigga, gettin' money on camera nigga, I feel like Adin Ross (Bitch)
Every time my momma got paid, used to take a nigga straight Ross (Bitch, nigga)
Creep up through your bush, hide outside his house, everything he feel is hot

Nigga, hot nigga (Rrr-rrr-rrr, ayy, I love you, baby)
Whatcha on, whatcha on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on, whatcha on? (I love you, baby, hey, you know I'm gettin' money)
I'ma just stick with a Glockx (Rrr-rrr-rrr)
A Glock, whatcha on, whatcha on? (And Fuck these niggas, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on nigga, whatcha on nigga?
(You know I go through the most but I don't put you through that shit)
Whatcha on nigga, whatcha on? (Whatcha on nigga?)

Young nigga, gettin' money on camera nigga, I feel like Adin Ross (Bitch, nigga)
Young nigga make 'em fuck up the stamina, get to shootin' up the block (Block)
Bad bitch, let me fuck her on camera, I never cuffed a thot (Thot, nigga)
Young nigga, pistol on the Greyhound, I never take the dot (Nigga, bitch)

Ayy, I'm clean nigga, she wanna fuck, let me beat (Bitch)
Clean out the scene nigga, big ass truck, fuck up the streets (Rrr-rrr)
Roll up the weed nigga, roll the window down, don't fuck up the seats
Give me a Glock man, fuck a lil' ProMag
Niggas gon' fold off the G23 (Bi–)

I don't get enough props, young nigga, I know myself a boss (Bitch)
Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like Adin Ross (Bitch)
She ride me like a Motocross, many niggas in your yard built like Rick Ross
Young niggas in the dark, they'll let it spark (Nigga, nigga)

(Rrr–ayy, rrr-rrr, I love you, baby)
Whatcha on, whatcha on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on, whatcha on? (I love you, baby, hey, you know I'm gettin' money)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on, whatcha on? (And fuck these niggas, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on? Bitch, bitch (You know I go through the most but I don't put you through that shit)