Testo Black Rothstein - Juicy J feat. Logic
Testo della canzone Black Rothstein (Juicy J feat. Logic), tratta dall'album Live And In Color
Every day, I double it, baby, I'm gettin' shit off
Every day, I'm doublin' it, you know how much this shit cost
Every day, I'm clutchin' it and I'll let that bitch off
Every day, I'm hustlin', baby, I feel like Rick Ross
Heard these bitches lookin' for daddy, get with this pimpin'
Every night, we with different baddies, nigga, we winnin'
Two thousand dollar shoes on the pedal, Versace linen
You better watch your bitch 'cause she watchin' how much I'm spendin'
Payin' close attention, thick bitches all in my mentions
She gave me that pussy soon as she seen what I'm whippin'
Beat it off the Perc' and the molly, that shit hit different
She gon' suck me up slow and sloppy, it ain't no kissin'
Bitch, I play for keeps, I hit that pussy like it's mine
Look me in my eyes, all I see is dollar signs
AP 41, VVSs, I'ma shine
You runnin' outta time, these bitches choosin' right now
Ay, I got that shit on
Louis V trainers, it's nothin', I got the rent on
Keep a couple big booty bitches that I can feel on
Plus, I got some hatin'-ass bitches I need to shit on
Got a couple bitches with OnlyFans I can live off
Wake up in the mornin', she twerkin', bitch, take that shit off
She ain't even showin' no pussy, yeah, it's a rip-off
And if you ain't spendin' no money, she like, "Get lost"
Every day, I double it (haha), baby, I'm gettin' shit off
Every day, I'm doublin' it (yeah), you know how much this shit cost
Every day, I'm clutchin' it and I'll let that bitch off (you know it)
Every day, I'm hustlin', baby, I feel like Rick Ross (huh)
We got the top down and we cruisin'
If I see a better car, I'll go get a new one
Keep my cameraman as my shooter
I think I'm Big Meech, I think I'm Larry Hoover
Feel like my plug is the coolest
Young Khalifa in the hot tub with some cougars
You in the gang, you might get matchin' Mullers
You play your position well, we might go to the jeweler
And don't come out, your mind just came sooner
Big dawg in the game, you a junior
Don't never pay attention to the rumors
Extra passengers we got a lotta room for
A lotta Kush, they rollin' up, I'm blessed
Private planes, smokin' planes with all my guests
Hit the stage, then on the plane, I don't get rest
Get a check and I don't spend it, I invest
Never complain 'bout the haters 'cause that's part of the game
Never worried 'bout credentials 'cause it's all in my name
Safe filled with blue faces, and they all look the same
Bring more champagne
Every day, I double it, baby, I'm gettin' shit off
Every day, I'm doublin' it, you know how much this shit cost
Every day, I'm clutchin' it and I'll let that bitch off
Every day, I'm hustlin', baby, I feel like Rick Ross
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Sir Robert Bryson Hall Ii
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