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[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] Yeah, okay, I heard these hoes lookin', Rockie who they lookin' for What that nigga doin'? Out here tryin' get his dough What I say, they see it, so they call this shit my picture flow Never been abusive, but they call me Mr. Hit that Ho I'm smashing when she twerkin', got lil momma workin' And she say she not a ho, she just felt I was deservin' She saw me up on Twitter, couldn't wait to meet in person Now she tell me I'm the bomb, I need ammo and a turban I'm about to blow up, I tell my haters, "Peace" My shoe collection gotta be a hundred racks at least It's big business on my table, tell my lawyers feast If you ain't talkin' big business, then don't even speak And high key, I give a fuck about a hater They be laughing at me now, I'm out here getting paper And I'm— [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] Stuntin', feeling good, feeling great Lot of twists and turns, but I got my paper straight On the road to the riches, driving 88 With a couple bad bitches, driving 88 Stuntin', me and my niggas can't wait We tryna get a mill' for every digit on our plate On the road to the riches, driving 88 With a couple bad bitches, driving 88 [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] Okay, I'm highed up, Baped-out, more swag than the Lil Wayne Ain't even got no stripes on, but damn, I'm so official If I ever got some drama, I send Dough to come and get you He a Chi-town nigga, all the way down to the gristle And shout out my homie Casey, got these bitches on the d-low I'm ballin', I feel like Jordan when he hit that shot on Ehlo Like Rodman, I'm on my hustle, you shook up like Bryon Russell The kush is Jazz purple, I'm takin' off from the free-throw I'm just tryin' to get my cut, chopper chop it down Watch me throw some money up and these bitches hit the ground While I'm— [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] Stuntin', feeling good, feeling great Lot of twists and turns, but I got my paper straight On the road to the riches, driving 88 With a couple bad bitches, driving 88 Stuntin', me and my niggas can't wait We tryna get a mill' for every digit on our plate On the road to the riches, driving 88 With a couple bad bitches, driving 88 [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Like, uh, aw man, straight body My new flows remind me of twelve-guage shotties I love when show promoters tell me I'll get payed shortly It make my face light up, I feel like Robert Horry When he hit that shot, that made the headlines in the paper Runnin' team for my city like Kobe do with the Lakers I'm mobbin' at my pace, drivin' eighty-eight Surviving in my city like a rap battle with Jay You got a couple thousand, my nigga, that baby weight Peas and carrots, we the business just like Baby say Hundred million dollars, bad hoes holler Get my team straight and get rid of all the imposters I'm— [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] Stuntin', feeling good, feeling great Lot of twists and turns, but I got my paper straight On the road to the riches, driving 88 With a couple bad bitches, driving 88 Stuntin', me and my niggas can't wait We tryna get a mill' for every digit on our plate On the road to the riches, driving 88 With a couple bad bitches, driving 88 [Outro: Rockie Fresh] Stuntin', feeling good, feeling great Stuntin', feeling good, feeling great Driving 88 Stuntin' Stuntin' Stuntin' Driving 88