Role Model lyrics

03, I'm a n*gga in my hood, turn the voice up
Yeah, I'm a n*ggaa in my hood

I'm the n*gga in my hood, peda roll model
Now a n*gga in the club, poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man, what you know about it
b*tch, I'm greedy for the bread, get the dough outta her
I'm the n*gga in my hood, peda roll model
Now a n*gga in the club, poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man, what you know about it
b*tch, I'm greedy for the bread, get the dough outta her

I'ma beat the thing down for a whole hour
Hot sex, latex in the cold shower
I gotta strap up these days
Cause these b*tches act up these days
I'm too afraid
I got to get paid
I got the fame
Before I start seeing' the change
Now I got a chain
She givin' me brain
I don't know her name
She know me and know I ain't lame
I'm a n*gga in my set, you know what I rep
Sorry, ridin' with the tech, just for my protect
Straight up out the projects with the new Patek
That b*tch, tryna flexin somethin
Or maybe petite, none of my hoes are petite
You know I'm a freak, she act like a hoe in the streets
But keep it 03 in the streets, that's my one
My one
She's rollin' my blunt
She's rollin' my blunt
Do what I want
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
03
I'm the n*gga in my hood, peda roll model
Now a n*gga in the club, poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man, what you know about it
b*tch, I'm greedy for the bread, get the dough outta her
I'm the n*gga in my hood, peda roll model
Now a n*gga in the club, poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man, what you know about it
b*tch, I'm greedy for the bread, get the dough outta her


Me and Greedy in the game
Poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man
Yeah, she know about it
To young n*ggas from my hood
We the role models
You might catch me in love
From my whole hottie
Baby wanna leave with me
And go full throttle
I just do her how I want
Cause I'm really poppin'
Baby need a real n*gga
She got no options
I'm that n*gga in my hood
Yeah, she know about it
That's my down-ass b*tch
She gon' run it up
Too much money on my brain
I am not in love
You stick around when I was down
You are not with us
I'm really tired of all these fake n*ggs poppin' up
I'm with my n*ggas and we hit the city, squaded up
Got my brodie in the back, he got the thing tucked
I ain't never been a n*gga tryna act tough
But he gon' go for me if you act up
I'm the n*gga in my hood, peda roll model
Now a n*gga in the club, poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man, what you know about it
b*tch, I'm greedy for the bread, get the dough outta her
I'm the n*gga in my hood, peda roll model
Now a n*gga in the club, poppin' gold bottles
I be thinkin' I'm the man, what you know about it
b*tch, I'm greedy for the bread, get the dough outta her