Energy lyrics

[Hook: Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh]
Gold watch, gold chain, pretty chick, designer frame
Peas & Carrots, MMG,
Girls wanna be a friend of me
Then she feeling my energy
She feeding off of my energy
She fell in love with me energy
Fell in love with my energy
Gold watch, gold chain, pretty chick, designer frame
Chi-Town to LA, girls wanna be a friend of me
Then she feeling my energy
She feeding off of my energy
She fell in love with me energy
Fell in love with my energy

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
My pajamas be fresher than these n*ggas club sh*t
I be on that I don’t give a f*ck about your buzz sh*t
I be smoking on that weed, it’s really not a drug quit
Shawty feeling my energy, I’m who she fell in love with
Have tumblr b*tches, but I never name drop
None of my b*tches
I got love for my b*tches
Got some ones that do dishes
Got some ones that grant wishes
I got someones that give me money, that get from you n*ggas
True player, never hater, I got love for the game
Gotta shout out my n*gga Casey, we hustle the same
Gotta shout out to all the fans cause the love is all the same
Ducking and dodging all the fake sh*t the anything lay
I went from being broke to f*ck it I’m boarding the plane
Flooding the market while I’m watching it go down the drain
We both seein things we ain’t think we would see
MMG, PNC, what you thought it would be
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
This empire, to a king
A lame sh*t intervene, in the back on the scene
Get raps, it was a dream
Can’t front, it was me know when you popped it
Did drops spins
, I wanted all like 20 hoes, that sax fifth
One more gear, she want a man in a leash
Who spend a grand in our teams
She a freak, but she a queen
That’s a good back if you ask me
? record mad heat
Take her to a 5 star suite
And when she walk in, straight to the sheets
You n*ggas labeling elites
Grind double with your pops ain’t seen
I'd be running for you fast if it wasn't for these jeans
I got so much cash


That I'm a walking lick
DTA, I'll never trust a chick
Do it for the kids I'm just trying to find my list
God got me on my chest cause I’m blessed
New gold, new gold this sh*t
I love a boozy hood chick
I’m real rich, I’m really that n*gga
She say she a singer, I put her on the team
And now she raps with us
We put her on game, she got a little name
And now she passing us
It’s the Peas & Carrots gang, young n*ggas getting fame
But in the cash

We trust

[Hook]