Roz - Travel Bag Lyrics

I got like one two three four
Real members in the ride
Five six seven eight
When I count to ten they gon' slide
Bulletproof the Escalade
No you cannot see what's up inside
Hop around state to state
Getting to the chicken wings with no fries
All my niggas too saucy
We don't need condiments in our bag
Bossed up niggas 'round me
Everybody got they own bag
Know we hard hittas go gettas
Ball players with no bats
Bitch we goodfellas chinchillas
Big toolies in the duffel bag
You be hanging 'round them broke people
Can't even buy a drink at the bar
That shit is so damn embarrassing
Lil homie go and get your ass a job
I'm pulling up back-to-back benzes up in this bitch
Everybody 'round me ball
I done got way too connected I would never see a f*cking dropped call
I done tightened up my harness you gon' need a rock slide for me to fall
I'm f*cking the world with the hardest dick I'm standing thirty thousand feet tall
I'm higher than Mountain Everest
You gon' need yourself some leverage
I got like two hundred-something records
You cannot get on my level bitch
Know my bitch bad to the bone had to choke her neck out with the stones
We could really make a whole love song off the sounds of the way that she moan
Got me feeling like a rockstar nigga every time that I pop out with her
So hot drop the top in the winter know that she done fell in love with a winner
Know my bitch bad to the bone had to choke her neck out with the stones
We could really make a whole love song off the sounds of the way that she moan
Got me feeling like a rockstar nigga every time that I pop out with her
So hot drop the top in the winter know that she done fell in love with a winner
Winner
I got like one two three four
Real members in the ride
Five six seven eight
When I count to ten they gon' slide
Bulletproof the Escalade
No you cannot see what's up inside
Never needed approvals bitch I'm something can't be denied
Oh no no no