Adin Ross

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr) Real Murda Worth shit, bitch, ayy, huh Huh, young nigga gettin' money on camera, nigga 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, nigga) [Pre-Chorus] Ayy, I'm clean, nigga She wanna fuck, let me beat (Bitch) Clear out the scene nigga Big ass truck, fuck up the streets (Rrr-rrr) Roll up the weed, nigga Roll the window down, don't fuck up the seats Get me a Glock mag, fuck a lil' ProMag Niggas gon' fuck 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 Bitch, I feel like CP3 (Bi–) I don't get enough props when I took his thot (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr) Nigga, 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 nigga, I know myself a boss (Bitch) Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost Quit the lean like Adin Ross (Bitch) She ride me like a Motocross Many niggas in your yard built like Rick Ross Young niggas in the dark, they'll let it spark (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr) [Refrain] Fucked the bag up, just to cut the cost Quit the lean like Adin Ross (Nigga) Young nigga, gettin' money on camera I feel like Adin Ross (Bitch) Every time my momma got paid Used to take a nigga straight Ross (Bitch, nigga) Creep up through your bush, hide outside his house Everything he feel is hot [Bridge] Nigga, hot nigga (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, fuck these niggas, I'm turnt up) (Rrr-rrr-rrr) What you on, nigga? (Bitch; you know why I go through the most) What you on? (Bitch; but I'm pushin' through that shit) What you on, nigga? [Verse 2] Young nigga, gettin' money on camera I feel like Adin Ross (Bitch, nigga) Young nigga make 'em fuck up his stamina Get to shootin' up the block (Block) Bad bitch, let me fuck her on camera I'll never cuff the thot (Thot, nigga) Young nigga, pistol on the Greyhound I never take the dot (Nigga; bitch) [Pre-Chorus] Ayy, I'm clean, nigga She wanna fuck, let me beat (Bitch) Clear out the scene, nigga Big ass truck, fuck up the streets (Rrr-rrr) Roll up the weed, nigga Roll the window down, don't fuck up the seats Get me a Glock mag, fuck a lil' ProMag Niggas gon' fuck up the G23 (Bi–) [Chorus] I don't get enough props Young nigga, I know myself a boss (Bitch) Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost Quit the lean like Adin Ross (Bitch) She ride me like a Motocross Many niggas in your yard built like Rick Ross Young niggas in the dark, they'll let it spark (Nigga, nigga) [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, fuck these niggas, I'm turnt up) (Rrr-rrr-rrr) What you on? (Bitch; you know why I go through the most) (Bitch; but I'm pushin' through that shit) Let's go