"Rocka-Fella" lyrics
Ooh (TJ Produced It)
That's that shit they wanna hear, you heard?
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin'), yeah
Hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
Hustler of the century
Did it in my city, for my city, they remember me
Opps wanna be killin' me, no love for 'em
Go and get the check, show this white dove for 'em
Don't forget the gloves for 'em, mm
Chrome Hearts, Liberty City made 'em solid
Be dope, do dope, you got options
You can see my scars in my eyes
I don't think I can cry, lost too many guys
But I'm hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
Mind on a mission, tryna see if we got equal intentions
Baby girl, tell me if I'm trippin' 'cause I never seen love
And where I'm from, love never seen us, no
Show me you a hustler, get this bag, screamin' fuck 'em
Mob ties, dead flies, maggots cannot touch 'em
He's a monster, yeah
Make him pick it up, better get your funds up, better get your ones up
'Cause I'm hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
Mm
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag, no
Mm
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag, no
Oh, oh
Yeah, oh
Hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
That's that shit they wanna hear, you heard?
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin'), yeah
Hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
Hustler of the century
Did it in my city, for my city, they remember me
Opps wanna be killin' me, no love for 'em
Go and get the check, show this white dove for 'em
Don't forget the gloves for 'em, mm
Chrome Hearts, Liberty City made 'em solid
Be dope, do dope, you got options
You can see my scars in my eyes
I don't think I can cry, lost too many guys
But I'm hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
Mind on a mission, tryna see if we got equal intentions
Baby girl, tell me if I'm trippin' 'cause I never seen love
And where I'm from, love never seen us, no
Show me you a hustler, get this bag, screamin' fuck 'em
Mob ties, dead flies, maggots cannot touch 'em
He's a monster, yeah
Make him pick it up, better get your funds up, better get your ones up
'Cause I'm hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
Mm
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag, no
Mm
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag, no
Oh, oh
Yeah, oh
Hotter than a fever
I don't trust no ho 'cause they be teamers
Got into it with Meek, I'm still a dreamer
Niggas in my city cherish nightmares
You better not go to your trunk, my shit right here
Real Gucci bitch, she brown skin with the light hair
I'ma get your number and get to buzzin' like I'm Lightyear
Fuck you in that Fendi, dick you down in some Dior
Real niggas back in style, she never seen this before
She say, "Can I call you baby?" Uh, yeah
Told her, "Baby, maybe," just be the Bey to my Jay-Z
Dame Dash, girl, you better not let no lame crash
I'm movin' on, I cannot step out with this same bag
