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Jeru Elijah - R.O.T.Y Lyrics



Jeru Elijah - R.O.T.Y Lyrics




I got money on my mind, I'm chasing dollar signs
You was never one of mines, don't come around, get left behind
Remember I was tryna flip a pack, ain't had no scale I was eyein
Bitch, I told you what it was from the jump, so why the f*ck you cryin

Nike's on my feet, no, I ain't grow up with no Jordan
I was bippin' in a hoopie, finna upgrade to a foreign
This bitch talk a lot, but never talk about none, she's so boring
I'ma f*ck her for the night, kick her out first thing in the morning

Niggas never make no profit, but they swear to get it gone
All I know is money, hoes, and drugs, I say that in every song
And I'm ridin' with my brothers, don't give no f*ck, they right or wrong
She just wanna be included, askin if she can ride along

I make my bitches bag it up and serve it for me
Yeah, you cute and all, but don't no bitch deserve my money
If I'm down bad, I'll catch a play, nowadays, that shit ain't nothin
I ain't look up to no big homies, the dope boys was my cousins

Yeah, better pay me what you owe me
Wanna f*ck me, she don't know me, playin' defense, but can't hold me
Let it slide, but that's the old me, I remember what you told me
All these niggas, they be phony, from a G-Shock to a Rollie

Stack my chips in guacamole, I ain't tryna go to church
I've been out sinnin, I ain't holy, down to ride, but you ain't down to slide for me
You not my brodie, I ain't gotta call for help, no, I ain't never need a cody
Me and bro be runnin' round this shit like Zack and Cody

Boney nigga, but my pockets fat, so that shit equal out me
Yes, you gotta suck my dick, no, I will not eat you out me
Too much on my mind, I keep it in, I had to keep you out me
Rookie of the year, f*ck the money, nigga, cause I ain't stoppin

Got this motherf*cker rollin, since I started, I ain't stopped
Why you callin' up my phone if you ain't had no bread to cop
Sneak my knife up in the club, I tuck it right up in my sock
In my pocket, got the weed, hit me up like, what you need

Devil got a hold I got a problem with that lust and greed
I'ma get it sold, I started late, but then I took the lead
Tryna keep it cool, but he kept talkin, so it got me heated
I don't fear no nigga, cause I promise I can make him bleed

I don't fear no nigga, cause I promise I can make him bleed
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I got money on my mind, I'm chasing dollar signs
You was never one of mines, don't come around, get left behind
Remember I was tryna flip a pack, ain't had no scale I was eyein
Bitch, I told you what it was from the jump, so why the f*ck you cryin

Nike's on my feet, no, I ain't grow up with no Jordan
I was bippin' in a hoopie, finna upgrade to a foreign
This bitch talk a lot, but never talk about none, she's so boring
I'ma f*ck her for the night, kick her out first thing in the morning

Niggas never make no profit, but they swear to get it gone
All I know is money, hoes, and drugs, I say that in every song
And I'm ridin' with my brothers, don't give no f*ck, they right or wrong
She just wanna be included, askin if she can ride along

I make my bitches bag it up and serve it for me
Yeah, you cute and all, but don't no bitch deserve my money
If I'm down bad, I'll catch a play, nowadays, that shit ain't nothin
I ain't look up to no big homies, the dope boys was my cousins

Yeah, better pay me what you owe me
Wanna f*ck me, she don't know me, playin' defense, but can't hold me
Let it slide, but that's the old me, I remember what you told me
All these niggas, they be phony, from a G-Shock to a Rollie

Stack my chips in guacamole, I ain't tryna go to church
I've been out sinnin, I ain't holy, down to ride, but you ain't down to slide for me
You not my brodie, I ain't gotta call for help, no, I ain't never need a cody
Me and bro be runnin' round this shit like Zack and Cody

Boney nigga, but my pockets fat, so that shit equal out me
Yes, you gotta suck my dick, no, I will not eat you out me
Too much on my mind, I keep it in, I had to keep you out me
Rookie of the year, f*ck the money, nigga, cause I ain't stoppin

Got this motherf*cker rollin, since I started, I ain't stopped
Why you callin' up my phone if you ain't had no bread to cop
Sneak my knife up in the club, I tuck it right up in my sock
In my pocket, got the weed, hit me up like, what you need

Devil got a hold I got a problem with that lust and greed
I'ma get it sold, I started late, but then I took the lead
Tryna keep it cool, but he kept talkin, so it got me heated
I don't fear no nigga, cause I promise I can make him bleed

I don't fear no nigga, cause I promise I can make him bleed
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Writer: Jeru Hopkins
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Performed By: Jeru Elijah
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jeru Hopkins
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