Adin Ross lyrics

[Intro]
(Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
Real Murda Worth sh*t, b*tch, ayy, huh
Huh, young n*gga gettin' money on camera, n*gga
Feel like Adin Ross, uh (Like Adin Ross)
Every time my momma got paid
She used to take us to Ross (Take us to Ross, n*gga)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I'm clean, n*gga
She wanna f*ck, let me beat (b*tch)
Clear out the scene n*gga
Big ass truck, f*ck up the streets (Rrr-rrr)
Roll up the weed, n*gga
Roll the window down, don't f*ck up the seats
Get me a Glock mag, f*ck a lil' ProMag
n*ggas gon' f*ck up the G23

[Verse 1]
30 gon' sneak up and Lil' Dee creep
MP5 be bangin' like MP3
I don't get enough props when I shoot the Glock
b*tch, I feel like CP3 (Bi–)
I don't get enough props when I took his thot (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
n*gga, I just saved his life
I don't gеt enough props, gettin' guap
Laugh to the bank likе Chris Rock
[Chorus]
I don't get enough props
Young n*gga, I know myself a boss (b*tch)
f*cked the bag up just to cut the cost
Quit the lean like Adin Ross (b*tch)
She ride me like a Motocross
Many n*ggas in your yard built like Rick Ross
Young n*ggas in the dark, they'll let it spark (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)

[Refrain]
f*cked the bag up, just to cut the cost
Quit the lean like Adin Ross (n*gga)
Young n*gga, gettin' money on camera
I feel like Adin Ross (b*tch)
Every time my momma got paid
Used to take a n*gga straight Ross (b*tch, n*gga)
Creep up through your bush, hide outside his house
Everything he feel is hot

[Bridge]
n*gga, hot n*gga (Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy, I love you, baby)
What you on? What you on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy)
What you on? What you on? (I love you, baby, hey)
I'ma just stick with a Glock (Rrr-rrr-rrr; you know I'm gettin' money)
A Glock, what you on? What you on? (Ayy, f*ck these n*ggas, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr)
What you on, n*gga? (b*tch; you know why I go through the most)
What you on? (b*tch; but I'm pushin' through that sh*t)
What you on, n*gga?
[Verse 2]
Young n*gga, gettin' money on camera
I feel like Adin Ross (b*tch, n*gga)
Young n*gga make 'em f*ck up his stamina
Get to shootin' up the block (Block)
Bad b*tch, let me f*ck her on camera
I'll never cuff the thot (Thot, n*gga)
Young n*gga, pistol on the Greyhound
I never take the dot (n*gga; b*tch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I'm clean, n*gga
She wanna f*ck, let me beat (b*tch)
Clear out the scene, n*gga
Big ass truck, f*ck up the streets (Rrr-rrr)
Roll up the weed, n*gga
Roll the window down, don't f*ck up the seats
Get me a Glock mag, f*ck a lil' ProMag
n*ggas gon' f*ck up the G23 (Bi–)

[Chorus]
I don't get enough props
Young n*gga, I know myself a boss (b*tch)
f*cked the bag up just to cut the cost
Quit the lean like Adin Ross (b*tch)
She ride me like a Motocross
Many n*ggas in your yard built like Rick Ross
Young n*ggas in the dark, they'll let it spark (n*gga, n*gga)
[Outro]
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy, I love you, baby)
What you on? What you on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy)
What you on? What you on? (I love you, baby, hey)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; you know I'm gettin' money)
What you on? What you on? (Ayy, f*ck these n*ggas, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr)
What you on? (b*tch; you know why I go through the most)
(b*tch; but I'm pushin' through that sh*t)
Let's go