Fetty Wap - Rover [Remix] Lyrics

Ooh, shit be drippin' juice
That's just what I do
Ooh, left wrist drippin' juice
That's just what I do, nigga
Ooh, I just bought a tool
I can't wait to shoot, nigga
Nigga, ooh (haha)
Bitch
Hah, that's on my momma
Hey JB what up nigga
Blocboy, oh for you nigga
Seventeen hundred blocks nigga

Yo a rich nigga, you talk that rich nigga shit

Bitch I'm riding with my mothaf*ckin' chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G's in my loafers (money)
Make a hundred plays with my broker (a hundred)
Who the f*ck is he?
I don't know, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Riding with my mothaf*ckin' chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G's in my loafers (skrrt, skrrt)
Make a hundred plays with my broker (shmoney)
Who the f*ck is he?
I don't know, skrrt (Zoovie)

Bitch I'm from the twelve
F*ck a scale, I cut work up well
Came from bustin' sales
Fetty Cash, bitch they know me well
Really from the trap this ain't no mothaf*ckin' fairy tale
Her face up in my lap I grip the mothaf*ckin' steering wheel
Ay homie, it's a problem, we can't shoot
I got homies watchin' from the roof
Looking at my engine it's a coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
You got homies, I got homies too
You ain't gettin' money, bitch, get on my level
Such a gold digger, tell that bitch get a shovel
Know some niggas, had a shootout, then he told on his brother
Rat ass nigga, you a cold motherf*cker

Bitch I'm riding with my mothaf*ckin' chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G's in my loafers (cash)
Make a hundred plays with my broker
Who the f*ck is he?
I don't know, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Riding with my mothaf*ckin' chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G's in my loafers (cash)
Make a hundred plays with my broker (aye)
Who the f*ck is he? (yeah)
I don't know, skrrt (Zoovie)

Ooh, left wrist drippin' juice
That's just what I do, nigga
Ooh, left wrist drippin' juice
That's just what I do, nigga
Ooh, I just bought a tool
I can't wait to shoot, nigga
Nigga, ooh, I just bought a coupe
Where the f*ck the roof, nigga

I got killers in my mothaf*ckin' backyard
Grew up in the trenches, I don't act hard
Nigga think I'm pussy, I'll smack y'all
Pull up in a hooptie, let the MAC off
I just hit the mall with the black card
Had to spend a fifty, write the tax off
Million in a month, bitch I trap hard
I get what I want, I don't act, dawg
GANG