Rodeo Dr ft. Blake Cris Lyrics

Let's go

Ay oh

She wan shop Rodeo, yea

Ay oh

She wan' shop Rodeo

Got a lil yea on payroll

She made it clap, alfredo

That shit is mashed potatoes

I ran it back, tornado

Let's go

Ay oh

She wan shop Rodeo, hey

Ay oh

She wan' shop Rodeo

Got a lil yea on payroll

She made it clap, alfredo

That shit is mashed potatoes

I ran it back, tornado

Let's go

I don't know what you may heard about me

Be clear I'm Coach of the Year

Rose gold on my neck and my ear

Step back like Kevin Durant

Log on might go on a rant

Life's good but it could be great

Need cash how long does it take

Wake up take one to the dome

Smoked out with young Devy Stonez

Mike Jack I'm bad to the bone

Two phones like I got a clone

Man down when I'm in a zone

I'm Euro-stepping in Rome (I am)

I'll let u borrow the throne (That's right)

I'm taking credit an loans (And Zelle)

Let's go

I'm cliqued up

Ridin round town in a pick up

I'm off the za, but u can drink up

Bish I'm outside, we can link up

I'm on yo block not really posing a threat

Spin it like Russian Roulette

I'm at the function not really showing respect

Pull up in hoodies and sweats

This is my mans shoutout Richey Routine

I'm out here doing my thing

I had a fling

Shout out to Yack the Mack 'cause shorty all over the scene (Go go go go)

Causing a mess

Took her to Guess

She had my pockets on humble (That's quiet)

Buying up every ensemble (Gah damn)

I'll make it back in bundles, let's go

Ay oh

She wan shop Rodeo, yea

Ay oh

She wan' shop Rodeo

Got a lil yea on payroll

She made it clap, alfredo

That shit is mashed potatoes

I ran it back, tornado

Let's go

Ay oh

She wan shop Rodeo, hey

Ay oh

She wan' shop Rodeo

Got a lil yea on payroll (Yea yea)

She made it clap, alfredo (Clap)

That shit is mashed potatoes (Yea)

I ran it back, tornado, let's go

4 and 0 that's a sweet sweep

Lead the league off elite beats

Can't get baby out my suite sheets

I can't lie it's a sweet life

I can't settle for the cheap life

Talk heavy but ya team light

Niggas talking bout a green light

Start a war bout it jihad

Blood niggas what it b like

Cuz niggas what it c like

Bitch I'm Serious TI

Back to Cali like B-I

G for me just to breeze by

Told you it ain't what it seems like

Peeping game since knee high

Seen a way so I need mine

I done built something here

So you know I can't leave right

I Ain't tripping off of free time

Real nigga my design

Working now I hit decline

We ain't never on a decline

Feet on your table in meetings

Got a 12 o'clock tee time

She want Chanel her favorite clutch

Made an offer but it ain't enough

I'm getting used to the paper cuts

Told her get used to the high life

Smelling like za up Rodeo

Fresh out the vac issa day old

I never switch it's the same role

I'm on a roll fuck what they on

Ay oh

She wan shop Rodeo, yea

Ay oh

She wan' shop Rodeo

Got a lil yea on payroll

She made it clap, alfredo

That shit is mashed potatoes

I ran it back, tornado

Let's go