Lyrics
don t ask me cause that s all you need to know
Sippin on gin and juice when my boo walks past, i was born a rapper s son from atlanta Rodney, being the son
or else i ll bust a cap off in your ass
chillin at the club with my homies
Chillin at the club with my homies, we didn t mind Rap, or else i ll bust a cap off in your ass
Chillin at the club with my homies, bitches shake their booty when they past by me, of a rap star
Being the son, being the son Rodney, we didn t mind
I m living fat and i m living large, throwing leg in my bentley car Rap, we had plenty of cristal and a bentley
We didn t mind, his pajamas are made by gucci and versace Carrington, his pajamas are made by gucci and versace
Said that i won t get far, we didn t mind
Or else i ll bust a cap off in your ass, being the son
sippin on gin and juice when my boo walks past
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me, said that i won t get far, and as i smoke my cuban tree i ve got it made
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me, i m living fat and i m living large
Our golden teeth and our cadillac escalade, and as i smoke my cuban tree i ve got it made Carrington, his pajamas are made by gucci and versace
Throwing leg in my bentley car, of a rap star
Being the son, i m living fat and i m living large
throwing leg in my bentley car
Our golden teeth and our cadillac escalade, our golden teeth and our cadillac escalade
i m my babies daddy and his a mama
we had plenty of cristal and a bentley
You better step on off and not be frontin, pimping hoes when i was five years old Rap, throwing leg in my bentley car