Soul Music

Lyrics

[Chorus: Roc Marciano] Live niggas in the front, fake niggas in the back Fly bitches in the middle, shake just a little, uh Shake just a little, uh Lord, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] I said, straight cheese, please My shit is money Niggas talking that old, sounding like assholes It's laughable, it won't bring traffic through Let it do what it do, cock-a-doodle-doo I'll put the cock to your boo's doo-doo chute What's the square root to a cooch? It's a coup Remove my suit, bitches tryna work the root To no avail, and if so then it's snowin' in Hell Go for delf, there's no room on the coattail The game's risky like a coke sell, my hoe hail from New Rochelle I smoke while she paint her toenails Explain what to who? Nigga fuck you You light about a buck two, I been nice My fly entry is complimentary Hence no weapon shall prosper against me Swing the pages, my Paper Mate creates phrases My right hand is like Frazier's, uh Gray stages, niggas bit the wave, it's contagious I been knew I was destined for greatness Pour my cup baby, I'm just warming up Me and the money, we falling in love (Mwah, mwah, mwah, I love you baby) Uh, word, uh (Mwah) Sweet kisses in the night to Barry White 'Til they put me in the chair like "Suge" Marion Knight Lil' daddy never carrying light, cool Miami nights The reality bites (Bum ass niggas) [Chorus: Roc Marciano & A.G.] Live niggas in the front, fake niggas in the back Fly bitches in the middle, shake just a little, uh Soul music, soul music Live niggas in the front, fake niggas in the back Fly bitches in the middle, shake just a little, uh [Verse 2: A.G.] We make soul music (Soul music) For the failures, the stealers, the dealers The paraphernalia got 'em floating on water like sailors Grab her weave, make her bob like the Wailers "And you ain't got enough bars", same shit I told my jailers Dropped so many jewels, you think I'm careless These niggas is fruity with theirs A jury with peers can see I've got more lines than movie premiers She want me And I lay her on her tummy, watch me bungee And her friends like to wrestle so they jump me Another thing, love is king but she never heard of Sade From Cape Town to Jon-J But ask her who's her favorite and she'll probably say "Andre" Not 3000 or the Doctor But the one that got her open, make her sing at the opera All hail, this is something you can feel like it's all braille Wack proof so we force field