Your money's chump change, b**** I only count hundos
Smoke clouds in my vision, don't roll down the windows
Stay low-key from pigs, yeah they wantin my info
Can't touch on me now, you got nothin on Kidd Rose
Gettin the guala, my baby need prada
Rose takin over, you gettin nada
Strong marijuana, boy I got the commas
My life like a movie, just check out the drama
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ballin like a pro, pro
Kidd Rose stay on go
Keep them hoes up on they toes, ya
Only smoke dank, only count Frank's
Counting and laughing on the way to the bank
Only smoke dank, only count Franks
Counting and laughing on the way to the bank
Stayed on the grind just like a skater
Brushed off them haters, just gettin that paper
MSM dream chasers, Ballin like the Trail Blazers
I need it, I'm feenin
Its what keeps me breathin
I do this year round, like every season
This ice got me freezin, This dro got me weezin
Bad lil thot, ya you know that she pleasin
Money be healin my sadnes
Look at my pockets, the fattest
Look at my bitch is the baddest
She doin backflips on the mattress
She all fake like an actress
Sent her home, she need practice
I make waves, you make splashs
Burnin woods, flick the ashes
Throw up the M, F*ck what you rep, you can't f*ck with the set
Been counting up checks, easily flex, bitch, ya all over the west
Anything we touch, Msm gon wreck
Stay with my dogs til the end, we in this shit til death, bitch
DomoP and Kidd rose, now that's a lethal combination
Got ya bitchs conversatin, got your bitchs concentration
See my team winnin, you see what we gettin
Can't touch our division, can't see through our vision
Everything hitten, we got your attention
Know you're jealous of the life that we livin
Gotta get dough, you know I need more
She gotta go, ya right out the door
She drop it low, ya right on the floor
Engine on 6 and you know it gon roar
With my whole team and you know we gon sore
Feelin real slow, I just poured a four
Already hit so you know I ignore
Already hit so you know I ignore
Kidd Rose - Drama (feat. DomoP503) Lyrics
Kidd Rose - Drama (feat. DomoP503) Lyrics
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Your money's chump change, b**** I only count hundos
Smoke clouds in my vision, don't roll down the windows
Stay low-key from pigs, yeah they wantin my info
Can't touch on me now, you got nothin on Kidd Rose
Gettin the guala, my baby need prada
Rose takin over, you gettin nada
Strong marijuana, boy I got the commas
My life like a movie, just check out the drama
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ballin like a pro, pro
Kidd Rose stay on go
Keep them hoes up on they toes, ya
Only smoke dank, only count Frank's
Counting and laughing on the way to the bank
Only smoke dank, only count Franks
Counting and laughing on the way to the bank
Stayed on the grind just like a skater
Brushed off them haters, just gettin that paper
MSM dream chasers, Ballin like the Trail Blazers
I need it, I'm feenin
Its what keeps me breathin
I do this year round, like every season
This ice got me freezin, This dro got me weezin
Bad lil thot, ya you know that she pleasin
Money be healin my sadnes
Look at my pockets, the fattest
Look at my bitch is the baddest
She doin backflips on the mattress
She all fake like an actress
Sent her home, she need practice
I make waves, you make splashs
Burnin woods, flick the ashes
Throw up the M, F*ck what you rep, you can't f*ck with the set
Been counting up checks, easily flex, bitch, ya all over the west
Anything we touch, Msm gon wreck
Stay with my dogs til the end, we in this shit til death, bitch
DomoP and Kidd rose, now that's a lethal combination
Got ya bitchs conversatin, got your bitchs concentration
See my team winnin, you see what we gettin
Can't touch our division, can't see through our vision
Everything hitten, we got your attention
Know you're jealous of the life that we livin
Gotta get dough, you know I need more
She gotta go, ya right out the door
She drop it low, ya right on the floor
Engine on 6 and you know it gon roar
With my whole team and you know we gon sore
Feelin real slow, I just poured a four
Already hit so you know I ignore
Already hit so you know I ignore
Smoke clouds in my vision, don't roll down the windows
Stay low-key from pigs, yeah they wantin my info
Can't touch on me now, you got nothin on Kidd Rose
Gettin the guala, my baby need prada
Rose takin over, you gettin nada
Strong marijuana, boy I got the commas
My life like a movie, just check out the drama
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ballin like a pro, pro
Kidd Rose stay on go
Keep them hoes up on they toes, ya
Only smoke dank, only count Frank's
Counting and laughing on the way to the bank
Only smoke dank, only count Franks
Counting and laughing on the way to the bank
Stayed on the grind just like a skater
Brushed off them haters, just gettin that paper
MSM dream chasers, Ballin like the Trail Blazers
I need it, I'm feenin
Its what keeps me breathin
I do this year round, like every season
This ice got me freezin, This dro got me weezin
Bad lil thot, ya you know that she pleasin
Money be healin my sadnes
Look at my pockets, the fattest
Look at my bitch is the baddest
She doin backflips on the mattress
She all fake like an actress
Sent her home, she need practice
I make waves, you make splashs
Burnin woods, flick the ashes
Throw up the M, F*ck what you rep, you can't f*ck with the set
Been counting up checks, easily flex, bitch, ya all over the west
Anything we touch, Msm gon wreck
Stay with my dogs til the end, we in this shit til death, bitch
DomoP and Kidd rose, now that's a lethal combination
Got ya bitchs conversatin, got your bitchs concentration
See my team winnin, you see what we gettin
Can't touch our division, can't see through our vision
Everything hitten, we got your attention
Know you're jealous of the life that we livin
Gotta get dough, you know I need more
She gotta go, ya right out the door
She drop it low, ya right on the floor
Engine on 6 and you know it gon roar
With my whole team and you know we gon sore
Feelin real slow, I just poured a four
Already hit so you know I ignore
Already hit so you know I ignore
Writer: Dominiqk Peterson, Jesse Kellams, Kidd Rose
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid