J Above the $ - Road to Riches Lyrics

I had to to get on the road
I had to get in my zone
I had to go back and fourth
I'm on the road with the load

I done had to get back on the Rd to riches
To many bad intentions and shit can get malicious
Last time dog said sick em I put em in his place with percision
All these f*ck niggas snitchen
I just counted up a hunnet 20's
Bitch I'm tired of ahowen love n ion care rocking with me
Tech 9 hold Scotty pippen
You gone have plenty haters when you handling ya business
You gone shop outa town if you wana better ticket
I bet da price drop if you really wana flipit
The white man saiid madusa had snakes on her head mannn this shit is wicked
You can't believe everything that you hear I swear that these crackas be iffy
Dats why I ride with a blicky
Turn me up till it start clipping
Yeah I been grinding like the clips
So why the hell they gone tell me keep pushing
Connected fr I am so deep in the field call just call bear grylls
I ain't even much wana f*ck with the thot now she he's over hills
It's bread over beef and bitches over here
I been missing sleep getting to this money all year
Gotta hit the hole hard wana score it off a trap
Pull up on the scene make sure it ain't a trap
I think y'all know dat I gotta stay strap
Smoking the best gas with a white ash
Big shit smitten on the back seat
With a glick n my lap
Glock gotta dick like a dike
Counting money up at the light
Of you ain't got no haterrrrs
Dat mean you ain't doing something right
I said my glock gotta dick like a dike
I been counting up money at the light
If you ain't got no haters
Dat mean you ain't doing something right

You know that I'm highly favored
But I can't be given out favors
Lords knows I been slaving
Riding round armed and dangerous
Yo bitch a eater and she like my flavor
They peeping my surf bite da wave like a gator
I ain't got thots on radar
Cuz I'm really outchea chasing this paper
Dodgen the 12 switchen up whips
I go Ray Charles on a hater
Purple lights all on the weed like a laker
This shit gone got ya like ray from the ravens
I get the bag off the gas uh that these niggas wish they had
They smoking trash so they mad
When you get you money you laugh
I used to juug and stretch
I came up with finesse
I'm making plays while they sleep and rest
Badman no vex
If you wana need better get you a vest
My dawg copped the AR and I copped the tec
If it ain't bout money we really can't plex