Song Lyrics

Somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (woo)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (woo)
Rozay
Rozay

I got the baddest bitches waiting on a nigga
I got these pussy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put 'em in my mama name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you f*ck boys
Heavy ammunition for you f*ck boys
I'm getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I'm the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that pussy, bring it lil' baby, I got it
Drop a chicken in the grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a plug, he a O'ye
So show me love, it's only one Rozay

Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (woo)

You gotta separate yourself from f*ck boys
Can't even drop your top, because your ass so paranoid
I'm floating in my shit like I'm in a parade
Hoe, you better take notes, I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas hoe-ish
Take your bitch to get lemon pepper in a new Lotus
I'm so rich, I mean I'm so rich
If it's less than ten stacks, to me it's hoe shit
It's time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga, look in my face
It's only one Rozay

Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (woo)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (ugh)
Rozay (woo)
Rozay

The boss back
The boss back
The boss back
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

William Roberts