Adin Ross

[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-Chrous]
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, 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 nigga, 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)
Whatcha on, whatcha on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on, whatcha on? (I love you, baby, hey, you know I'm gettin' money)
I'ma just stick with a Glock (Rrr-rrr-rrr)
A Glock, whatcha on, whatcha on? (And Fuck these niggas, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on nigga, whatcha on nigga? (You know I go through the most but I'm pushin' through that shit)
Whatcha on nigga, whatcha on? (Whatcha on nigga?)

[Verse 2]
Young nigga, gettin' money on camera nigga, 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–ayy, rrr-rrr, I love you, baby)
Whatcha on, whatcha on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on, whatcha on? (I love you, baby, hey, you know I'm gettin' money)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on, whatcha on? (And fuck these niggas, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr) Whatcha on? Bitch, bitch (You know I go through the most but I'm pushin' through that shit)