Sour lyrics

[Verse One: Rockie Fresh]
Man, I got so many reasons to never stop believing
And mainly it's because I love this money that I'm seeing
The way I'm living life, it feel like every day the weekend
All these b*tches say I'm shallow but my money in the deep end
And that's Rockie in the building, man, somebody better let them know
One neck, two chains, I'm about to let them glow
n*ggas got a problem, I just wonder what they stressing for
Life is too short to be mad n*gga, let it go
Big buzz, bigger dough, probably why she down for
Y'all n*ggas don't get it like me, why the f*ck y'all lying for?
I'm on the up and up, young and I don't give a f*ck
She wanna be high too, that's probably why she grinding low
And your low is getting low, probably ‘cause you're not fly
Your kid gon' see a chicken when he looking into his pop eyes
I got guys and got hoes that hold down my promo
Your flow is a no-no so your fans are some no shows
And we be where that dough go, ACG we in here
Got a lot of money so you know that we gonna spend here
And some Jordan nines but all the b*tches be some tens here
Working in this b*tch and tell him n*gga, get his

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I'm rolling sour, you n*ggas rolling chronic
These women run up on me, tell me I don't think they want it
And life is getting good, I'm enjoying every moment
We be getting pay like this, man it feels good don't it?
I'm getting money, see, we get money
We shining in this biz so it's looking like it's sunny
These hoes run up on me, get a damn thing from me
And we laughing to the bank but it ain't a damn thing funny
[Verse Two: Rockie Fresh]
Okay, I'm trying to get my smoke on, Kenny where that ounce at?
Your CD, I scroll on, next to the light, my mouse pad
And b*tches seen I'm balling so they all be trying to bounce that
f*cked a actress last night but her name, I won't announce that
I am crack, I spit that, a real n*gga, I've been that
And I don't f*ck with fake hoes, you too close b*tch, get back
I'm intact and I've been flying, what I'm doing, they still trying
My whole career is in fast forward while these n*ggas is rewinding
I'm reclining, riding around the city with my top back
Jordan three’s pressed against the gas with a Sox cap
Rolling and it's no question the top is where I'm going
Either this Red Bull gave me wings or all this purple that I'm rolling
Women, they see me do my thing and I'm a pimp, look how I'm strolling
Now a n*gga is getting ace so you would think I played in open
I'm the fliest n*gga smoking, put it in the air
Tell that girl to bring a friend ‘cause I got enough to share, yeah

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