PREMIUM GOODS

[Verse 1: Rodney Chrome]
I’ll buss it open for a trade nigga
If he want it tell him that you gotta pay nigga
Fuck a tip push my face to the base nigga
No credit cards but I never had to Chase niggas

Work on a nigga like a 9 to 5
Arch in my back saying badaba
I need a sugar daddy in a suit and tie
Your nigga looking at me and he giving the eye
Scared as fuck that Imma steal your guy
Trynna make amends, kumbaya
I’m cutting niggas off, circumcised
My bars solid, yours liquified

He said show me what your momma gave ya
I said nigga which one you want I got different flavas
Classy bitch fuck it in a blazer
Fifty Shades of Grey boy you gotta sign a waiver

Legs in the air like a flight attendant
Act out of line put you in detention
If you wanna get it gotta pay admission
Make his eyes roll back, exorcism (yea)
She don’t really hit it like me though
Light-skin with a beard like Ebro
And he got a big ole ego
Wanna touch the butt like Nemo

[Chorus: Rodney Chrome]
Whoa better grab ahold
If I throw it back
You bet not let it go