Rod Wave - Mike Tyson lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Mike Tyson lyrics]
(CashMoneyAP) ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
And you got one life to live
And a nigga tryna win
So I'm posted up in this trap
(I'm in the trap)
And if the crackers kick it in
Everybody gettin' ten
But what other choices do we have?
So I'm takin' chances with my life daily
I ain't frontin' nothing, I need money
Got to pay me first it bubble, then double
Turnin' coke to a Mercedes
Then get it gone so fast
Mike Tyson in the eighties
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Ooh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Oh you the man now?
I suggest you go and pay them lawyers
Got your hand out, but, nigga
I ain't got nothing for ya we got grams now
I suggest you come and place an order
We done ran out, dope gone
Shop closed first quarter
My phone chirp, he like
"What's the word and who got the work?"
For the dirt, say he need a bird
Pull up to the curb but wait
You might have a wire up under your shirt
My lil' brother say
"Let's hit the Interstate every first"
All these bitches fake
They just wanna take your cake and splurge
Fuck a dinner date, I don't need you anyway
Smirk all these bitches fake
They just wanna take your cake and splurge
Fuck a dinner date, I tell a ho, "Smirk"
And you got one life to live
And a nigga tryna win
So I'm posted up in this trap
(I'm in the trap)
And if the crackers kick it in
Everybody gettin' ten
But what other choices do we have?
So I'm takin' chances with my life daily
I ain't frontin' nothing, I need money
Got to pay me first it bubble, then double
Turnin' coke to a Mercedes
Then get it gone so fast
Mike Tyson in the eighties
Ayy, he from the eighties
Mike Tyson in the eighties he get 'em gone
Woah, woah ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
And you got one life to live
And a nigga tryna win
So I'm posted up in this trap
(I'm in the trap)
And if the crackers kick it in
Everybody gettin' ten
But what other choices do we have?
So I'm takin' chances with my life daily
I ain't frontin' nothing, I need money
Got to pay me first it bubble, then double
Turnin' coke to a Mercedes
Then get it gone so fast
Mike Tyson in the eighties
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Ooh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Oh you the man now?
I suggest you go and pay them lawyers
Got your hand out, but, nigga
I ain't got nothing for ya we got grams now
I suggest you come and place an order
We done ran out, dope gone
Shop closed first quarter
My phone chirp, he like
"What's the word and who got the work?"
For the dirt, say he need a bird
Pull up to the curb but wait
You might have a wire up under your shirt
My lil' brother say
"Let's hit the Interstate every first"
All these bitches fake
They just wanna take your cake and splurge
Fuck a dinner date, I don't need you anyway
Smirk all these bitches fake
They just wanna take your cake and splurge
Fuck a dinner date, I tell a ho, "Smirk"
And you got one life to live
And a nigga tryna win
So I'm posted up in this trap
(I'm in the trap)
And if the crackers kick it in
Everybody gettin' ten
But what other choices do we have?
So I'm takin' chances with my life daily
I ain't frontin' nothing, I need money
Got to pay me first it bubble, then double
Turnin' coke to a Mercedes
Then get it gone so fast
Mike Tyson in the eighties
Ayy, he from the eighties
Mike Tyson in the eighties he get 'em gone
Woah, woah ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh