Soul Music

[Hook: 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)

[Hook: 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