Roger Rabbit lyrics

[Intro]
(They have the Goat in this b*tch)
You f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with Texas, you f*cking with the best

[Chorus]
AP Rollie, bustdown Patek, this here come one-of-one
I be out in Houston, Texas, posted like J Prince or somethin'
I got put on, still got my own cash, lil' n*gga, I'll f*ck around and show you somethin'
Stuff a lot of cash up in the Goyard bag, leavе a hole in a n*gga like a hole in onе
Country n*gga, had dirty clothes, but still got rich like Master P
I rock designer clothes and f*ck these hoes and keep the bowls for cheap
You shot more shots than Ja Morant, you move just like you Pistol Pete

[Verse]
These n*gga how to walk down, leave him chalked down, gotta use your hands and feet (Walk down, walk down)
Ooh, walk it down
Marry the street, I might get her a ring
The bustdown Rollies and Benzes, and Pateks, b*tch, f*ck your pappy, you know what I mean?
Ooh, hit his ass, no lackin', a young, rich shooter in Chrome Heart jeans
Ooh, the money, I gotta have it, I'm stuffin' these racks inside the mattress
Young n*ggas do car jackin', can't solve this murder, no Roger Rabbit
Uh, dope strong like Randy Savage, this March Madness, nah, I better not pass it
Big-ass gun, my pants saggin', he wax on, then my mans lap him
f*ckin' different hoes and I'm a baby goat
He can ally oop it, I'ma still pass it
Uh, show me what you do for this bustdown, this b*tch real nasty
All my life, I slept in a trap house, now I live classy
[Chorus]
AP Rollie, bustdown Patek, this here come one-of-one
I be out in Houston, Texas, posted like J Prince or somethin'
I got put on, still got my own cash, lil' n*gga, I'll f*ck around and show you somethin'
Stuff a lot of cash up in the Goyard bag, leave a hole in a n*gga like a hole in one
Country n*gga, had dirty clothes, but still got rich like Master P
I rock designer clothes and f*ck these hoes and keep the bowls for cheap
You shot more shots than Ja Morant, you move just like you Pistol Pete

[Outro]
Do it, and one, n*gga
Walk down, walk down
(I got a Christmas Rose, you know what I'm sayin'?)