Rosewood Swing - Tha Mobb Lyrics

Aye
Yeah

I wake up and roll a wood before I plan the day
Gold cross around my neck cause I'm a man of faith
I was only tryna hit, ain't have no plan to date
Bitch, you know you not the one, you not no candidate

Jon Jones what I'm smokin', I go blow for blow
Bougie nigga, but I still cop the 4x4
Oh them niggas done went broke, how I'm supposed to know
Them niggas left me out for dead, where I'm supposed to go

You think you bout to play a P, I got all the game
So many bodies on my belt, bitch, I'm in slaughter gang
I be singin' to these hoes, I'm the new DeBarge
I bought a feature from a rapper, then dispute the charge

I got 'em lined up, she actin' like I own a team
I tried to bop the bitch, she actin' like I stole a ring
Oh, you f*ckin' with that nigga, he the Cobra King
I'm in the club, I'm jiggin' on 'em with my shoulder lean

You gave a bag to her
I got her bag through her
You think I care about that hoe, I'm not attached to her

If you can keep her entertained, you can keep the bitch
If she don't know shit about loyalty, I can't teach the bitch
I'm in the Porsche 911, it ain't rented
I'm in Southside, Miami, tryna push it to the limit

Niggas knowin' where I'm at
Niggas knowin' this ain't tinted
If I got it on me, niggas knowin' I'm gon' spend it

Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn
Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn

Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn
Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn

I put bitches out
Like my name eviction
That money grow on me like my name addition

All I really want is money, that's my main addiction
If Money Man ain't get you paid, you ain't payin' attention

Man, these niggas hoes, these niggas bitches too
Man, you ain't livin' by the code, you niggas snitches too
Man, you niggas green, my money color-coded
20k for the back end, I let my brother hold it

If your bitch with me, she like a chair, she gettin' folded
I got thoughts of hittin' model broads, I can't control it
I can't go up in these hoes if I ain't protected
You pillow talkin' to these hoes and that shit ain't respected

She call me up, she said her nigga actin' like a prick
These hoes sick, they got the runny nose, I got the Vick's
Prospect, first round draft, I got the pick
My nigga cool, but like a old man, he got the stick

Bitch, I'm up in Texas like I'm Popovich
Like I'm sittin' on the toilet, here I am, right on top of shit
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but I ain't entertained
And I'm ridin' on I-20, bitch, I'm in the Range

Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Usher, bitch, I'm in the rain
And I'm posted in the club, know I'm with my gang
Who that cookin' in the kitchen, nigga, that's me
And I come through, and I'm kickin' like I'm Jet Li

Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn
Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn

Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn
Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn

One, two, three, niggas can't f*ck with me
Four, five, six, twenty K on my wrist
Seven, eight, nine, I got money on my mind
Ten, eleven, twelve, I drop thirty like Adele

Thirteen, fourteen, labels on the phone
If you ain't come up on no cash, then you niggas did it wrong
Smokin' all that weed, need to leave that shit alone
Now she say she f*ckin' with me, but that hoe took too long

Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn
Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn

Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn
Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, give it to em, Give it to em, give it to em damn