Roqit - Woah Lyrics

Hold on, woah
More racks in and my wallet can't fold (Yeah)
Big ole' check, iced out VV's and background gold (Woah)
My stocking coal, no tour dates set, already sold out shows (Woah)
Only make heat, beat got a fever, think it catching a cold (Yeah)
Pull up to my city
Everybody with it
Beat your ass up like Popeye with his spinach
Cap posting, play no minutes
Fronting like you meant it (Yeah, yeah)
JV beat you in a scrimmage
Came out the tunnel city calling my name
Just passed go you know my game
Chain glow, woah from Johnny Dang (Yeah)
This all y'all do
I don't take it serious
I'm still better than you
Better go cap your rent is due
Sold your soul I'm still sitting in a pew
Turn my wrist it changing hues
Um, woah
Can't f*ck with ranch only blue cheese
I got your bitch on her knees
Private ain't gotta pay fees (What, yeah)
Y'all bugging, flies through the screen (Um, yeah)
Better boogie, your chest that's a beam (Um, yeah)
Double cup, no lean just Faygo Creme (Um, woah)
Five star, can't even read the cuisine (Um, yeah)
Breaking the mattress
Check my status
Rose gold Patek
My outfit Atlantis
I go hard
I'm hanging up banners
Pull up and dip like my name was Tanner
Bag Valentino
Catchy lingo
Leashed up dingo
Ain't even drop a single
Petticure for the pink-toe
Five hits that's cinco
Put 'em in a row that's bingo
Hol' on, woah
Hold on, woah
More racks in and my wallet can't fold (Yeah)
Big ole' check, iced out VV's and background gold (Woah)
My stocking coal, no tour dates set, already sold out shows (Woah)
Only make heat, beat got a fever, think it catching a cold (Yeah)
Pull up to my city
Everybody with it
Beat your ass up like Popeye with his spinach
Cap posting, play no minutes
Fronting like you meant it (Yeah, yeah)
JV beat you in a scrimmage
Came out the tunnel city calling my name
Just passed go you know my game
Chain glow, woah from Johnny Dang (Yeah)
Tryna play like I suck, I'ma first round pick
I'm the type of guy you trade up to get
Racks in the sweats you thought I had three dicks
Four if you count the handgun
Get out my comments if you typing with a Samsung
Brink's truck with the ransom
Got groupies I'm real handsome
Every Royce gotta cop the Phantom
Hop in the rover like I'm working for NASA
Smoking too much you think I got asthma
Balling too hard like I go to DeMatha
Snakeskin my boots boy I cut off the rattler
When I'm in public I can't handle myself
Walk with racks man I tripled my wealth
Dressed in black I walk with stealth
Imported fur boy no this ain't felt
I can't help it this what I do
Came through stunting on you and you
Y'all changed up fast like the crew
Most of my money spent on shoes
They say the good things come in twos
Don't think I'm dripping you see good blue?
Scraping the pot I'm not talking 'bout stew
I got some shooters they were part of the few
Hold on, woah
More racks in and my wallet can't fold (Yeah)
Big ole' check, iced out VV's and background gold (Woah)
My stocking coal, no tour dates set, already sold out shows (Woah)
Only make heat, beat got a fever, think it catching a cold (Yeah)
Pull up to my city
Everybody with it
Beat your ass up like Popeye with his spinach
Cap posting, play no minutes
Fronting like you meant it (Yeah, yeah)
JV beat you in a scrimmage
Came out the tunnel city calling my name
Just passed go you know my game
Chain glow, woah from Johnny Dang (Yeah)