"Rockafella" lyrics
Jace & DJ Drama Lyrics
I love my gang and I love money but I hate niggas
Whenever I eat her pussy, make sure she put my face in it
When they see that old black Benz, they know Jace in it
Pour a 4 of Wock' in Everfresh, 'cause ain't no wastin' it
I love my gang and I love money but I hate niggas
Whenever I eat her pussy, make sure she put my face in it
When they see that old black Benz, they know Jace in it
Pour a 4 of Wock' in Everfresh, 'cause ain't no wastin' it
All this Human Made like I know NIGO, I bet Rocky jealous
If we was back in 1997, I'd sign to Roc-A-Fella
My bro call his Glock Dame Dash, 'cause it'll rock a fella
Fucked my ex's best friend — she don't know, I'm not gon' tell her
This beat so motherfucking hard, man, I don't need a hook
My shooter shoot so good, he don't need to look
Niggas talkin' like they gangster, bro, go read a book
Whole city got my back, dawg, ion't need a push
All my clothes Japanese, I don't shop in France
My dawg in the function with his chopper, doin' his choppa dance
I'ma fuck her even though I think she gotta man
If I can't fuck that bitch, I bet you that my partna can
I'm not a gangster, baby, I just talk like it
No, I'm not a shooter, baby, I just walk like it
My wrist a light show, they gon' spotlight it
I got top from a top model and I did not like it
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Had to tell that hoe, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Nigga keep on sayin' he a gangsta — okay, prove it
If this was 1987, I would sign to Ruthless
Shawty on my dick, I made her suck me like she toothless
This ain't How to Train Your Dragon, but she hiccup when she chew me
Gettin' cash, I'm on they ass
You in my way, you better move it
Got a bag and another bag, ran through it fast — that's how I do it
Nigga had a gun and mask, walked down on me — he never drew it
That boy ain't want no problems — this ain't math, and he ain't stupid
No, I ain't from Toronto, hoe, this the real six
Slap a nigga just for talkin' funny like I'm Will Smith
Nigga talkin' like he Bob the Builder — he ain't drill shit
Boy, you just be hangin' with them killers, you ain't kill shit
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Had to tell that hoe, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Whenever I eat her pussy, make sure she put my face in it
When they see that old black Benz, they know Jace in it
Pour a 4 of Wock' in Everfresh, 'cause ain't no wastin' it
I love my gang and I love money but I hate niggas
Whenever I eat her pussy, make sure she put my face in it
When they see that old black Benz, they know Jace in it
Pour a 4 of Wock' in Everfresh, 'cause ain't no wastin' it
All this Human Made like I know NIGO, I bet Rocky jealous
If we was back in 1997, I'd sign to Roc-A-Fella
My bro call his Glock Dame Dash, 'cause it'll rock a fella
Fucked my ex's best friend — she don't know, I'm not gon' tell her
This beat so motherfucking hard, man, I don't need a hook
My shooter shoot so good, he don't need to look
Niggas talkin' like they gangster, bro, go read a book
Whole city got my back, dawg, ion't need a push
All my clothes Japanese, I don't shop in France
My dawg in the function with his chopper, doin' his choppa dance
I'ma fuck her even though I think she gotta man
If I can't fuck that bitch, I bet you that my partna can
I'm not a gangster, baby, I just talk like it
No, I'm not a shooter, baby, I just walk like it
My wrist a light show, they gon' spotlight it
I got top from a top model and I did not like it
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Had to tell that hoe, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Nigga keep on sayin' he a gangsta — okay, prove it
If this was 1987, I would sign to Ruthless
Shawty on my dick, I made her suck me like she toothless
This ain't How to Train Your Dragon, but she hiccup when she chew me
Gettin' cash, I'm on they ass
You in my way, you better move it
Got a bag and another bag, ran through it fast — that's how I do it
Nigga had a gun and mask, walked down on me — he never drew it
That boy ain't want no problems — this ain't math, and he ain't stupid
No, I ain't from Toronto, hoe, this the real six
Slap a nigga just for talkin' funny like I'm Will Smith
Nigga talkin' like he Bob the Builder — he ain't drill shit
Boy, you just be hangin' with them killers, you ain't kill shit
Mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
Had to tell that hoe, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm mhm, mhm
