Top Songs By Rootabang
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Preme Dibiasi
Performer
Rootabang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip Roberts
Composer
Tavio Jack Jr.
Composer
Ryan Gullatt
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trap, jump, trap, jump, trap, jump, trap
Trap, jump, trap, jump, trap, jump, trap
Trap, jump, trap, jump, trap, jump, trap
Trap, jump, trap, jump, trap, jump, trap
[Verse 2]
They say, "Roota, put it on"
Rest in peace my Uncle Tone
Been the shit since I was grown
Bitches know my money long
Flip that pack and get it on
Bitch, tell me what you want
I be trappin' on the corner
Been the shit since I was born, huh
[Verse 3]
Money long
Money long
Poof, be gone
Drinkin' on Patron
Money long
My money long
I poof, be gone
Rest in peace Tone
[Verse 4]
I was trappin' on the Six
**** waitin' on a lick
Man, didn't had a ruler
So I served him in my hand
I be trappin' gettin' bands
Bitches know that I'm the man
Bitches love it, how I stand
Hit the club and up them bands
B Magic City rack
Gimme a stack, gimme a stack
Gimme two stack, gimme like three
Bitch, that's me, bitch, I'm a G
Rest in peace Tone
Bitch and we on
Rest in peace Zoo
Bitch, I'm the truth
Bitch, it's Lil' Root
Pull up in coupes
I drop the top
Flex up on you
Bitch, now I'm up (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pour out my cup
Where Ter bands, huh-huh
Where Trey bands, hey
Too much money, money long, in my safe
**** wait, woo-huh
You want a brick, you can wait (patience)
[Verse 5]
Money long
Money long
Poof, be gone
Drinkin' on Patron
Money long
My money long
I poof, be gone
Rest in peace Tone
[Verse 6]
Serve, serve, serve
Bitch, I got it off the curb
Hit the spot just to splurge
****, I be sellin' work
Play with me, eat the dirt (woo, woo, you get murked)
You get hurt, flexin' with no shirt
Bitches love to twerk (dangle)
Fresh up out the feds, bitch
Fresh up out the bag, huh
Countin' up a band
In my left hand, hey
Bitches love my dance
I ain't playin', ****
Pull up in a van
Jump out (drrt) my man
[Verse 7]
Money long
Money long
Poof, be gone
Drinkin' on Patron
Money long
My money long
I poof, be gone
Rest in peace Tone
[Verse 8]
They say, "Roota, put it on"
Rest in peace my Uncle Tone
Been the shit since I was grown
Bitches know my money long
Flip that pack and get it on
Bitch, tell me what you want
I be trappin' on the corner
Been the shit since I was born, huh
[Verse 9]
Money long
Written by: Phillip Roberts, Ryan Gullatt, Tavio Jack Jr.