Master Roshi lyrics

[Intro]
New Detroit, n*gga
(Damn, Fakez, you cookin' up)

[Verse]
You won't ever catch me hurtin' off no bag, you must not know me
All this damned designer fashion and I still don't do no foldin'
She done put that baggage on you
Just to slide and put it on me
I done blew a bag and bought it
Got me fly like Master Roshi
My new pants from across the ocean
This lil' chain like Elsa, frozen
All you do is run your f*ckin' mouth
And you still ain't got no motion
All I do is run my f*ckin' mouth
And flex, so I'm gon' tote it
All she do is run her mouth and I ain't pressed, that's why I'm lonely
If it ain't rippin' off no road, then I don't want it
I ain't trippin' when she go, that's why she want me
He too picky with that load, he a phony
I'm too picky, I done feel asleep bent over
b*tch, I'm in my city, I got dogsh*t showin'
If you tryna' b*tch mе, then we all finna' show him
I know shorty picky 'cause shе already goin’
Don't tell me you miss me, 'cause I'm already knowin' (Yup)
I'm that "Guap-Man"
You keep tryna' put that pus*y on me ,we is not friends
Bag chasin', I do money spreads, I do not dance
You too broke for questionin' my load
Where your knots, b*tch?
They just lookin' at me different, I did not switch
I ain't treat her like a missus, so, I'm "not sh*t"
I ain't actin' like I didn't, 'cause I probably did
Fancy denim got me trippin', got my body stiff
I know n*ggas goin' fat just like they body big
I know b*tches who would trap to get they body did
I ain't ever kiss no ass, I'm my mama kid
On the block, my feelings black as a Somali kid
b*tch, New Detroit, n*gga
Broke ass n*gga
You won't ever catch me hurtin' off no bag, It ain't worth it
Money don't buy happiness, but, b*tch, I'm still splurgin'
You won't ever see me change, but, b*tch, I'm still nervous
'Cause once you do it, it ain't no going back
[Outro]
(Damn, Fakezz, you cookin' up)
Yeah, New Detroit, n*gga