Rocky

作曲：Future

作词：Future

Cause I'm a side hustle

What up this Is luther christ

And right now you In the mix with dj chris style

It's about to be a hell of a night

To the money hustle like I ain't got no money

Even If I fall I'mma laying on a bill of hundreds

Benjie no sauce no sauce promise I will never floss

Dj cut throw a k a the plug

Dj tokong

And I got the fine Inside me

Ride the bell boys and I'mma keep running **

Rocky bell boy give me a set of keys or a melody

And Ii go crazy I'm blowing trees In my fatties

Ain't no fugazi even In them a ones

I still got the same bipone from supercharged

To a stupid hard ** pulling up In them drops

Homie you ain't never been Inside

Nothing I got I'm a on milk car lot spin five

Treat the studio just like a trap spot

I've been fly s cockai no lie

Won't forget the house bust the bust In the stadium

I don't take a day off from them **

Man's on this chick I'm eminem

Yeah yeah and I ain't no can and that's new lengo

New millennium

Spit a verse

I drip by telling I don't take this life for granted

What for

Chick I got blood swear to tears ain't just seeing me

Ayy I'm a free band ** I love you my plug

To the money hustle like I ain't got no money

Even If I follow I'm a land on a bit of hundreds

Benjie no sir no sir summers I will never flood

Uh I swear the lord swear the lies

Another bank whathunger for

More

Hunger when designer galore straight up to the floor

Rockabel boy and I got the fight Inside me

Rockabel boy and I'ma keep running **

Rockabel boy my back against the rope

Selling ** ducking ** child support

I still had hope

I always spoke things Into resistance

I never lost faith I kept my pace

Paper chase every day

The streets ain't safe but It's where I stay

And I go ape behind this cake

I stay laced look at my face

I can't see this money In the way

I'm up today and outer space

A new regine a brand new day

I'm Infamous got lion traits

Tryna say I'ma keep that fire Inside me till my heart

Hey hey we're selling yea to what

It's a selling verse story

The gift the curse I done been through the worst kid

They let the real for real surf

A hundred million dollars Is my only damn purpose

Getting to the money hustle like I ain't got no money

Even If I follow I'm a laying on a bill of hundreds

No sauce summers I will never floss

I just love the bank

Hunger for more hunger when designer galore

Straight up to the floor

Like a bad boy and I got the fire Inside me

Rocking bad boys and I'mma keep running **

Rocking bad boy

You got greed up like a ** yeah