​rodneyy - ‎messenger lyrics

Bankroll bitch, I slide in
Brand new bitch, she ridin’
Pour me a 4 whеn I’m dying
But it’s ok I’m flying
I just want you to count my bands
So much money do my money dance
Shawty want mе to come be her man
I’mma a finna pick her up in a van
I feel like I’m the Michelin man
Smoking these clouds out with my friends
Toting a freaks heat out again
Hold on bitch lemme try that one again
I feel like I’m the Michelin man
Smoking these clouds out with my friends
Toting a freaks heat out again
Hold on bitch lemme try that one again
It’s 2: 55 in the morning
Pour me a 4 and I crack at the dough man
All of sudden got me feeling homesick
Run at that mans and you know that he running
Running the gas so you know that I’m pumpin’
Know his ass dead, and you know I be hummin’
I want the bang, cause we steady drummin’
I am the man, now she steady lovin’
Sliding with your bestie, and we in a 6 speed
You-You want to sit next to me-e-e
I’m-I’m not a charit-t-t-ty
Sliding with your bestie, and we in a 6 speed
You-You want to sit next to me-e-e
I’m-I’m not a charit-t-t-ty

Text, it must be from my ex
She know that I’m the best
I’m better than the rest (yeah)
On my neck, 200 on my neck, 200 on my check
You know that I’m the best (yeah, ha)
Pop two beans and I slide in the coupe
Pour me a 4 of my little cup of juice
My, religions stay true
Know who your bitch gon' choose
I know he know he got embarrassed too
It just might make him get the fucking noose
My, Religions stay true
Know who your bitch gon' choose