Gods Eyes Songtext
von Roddy Ricch
Gods Eyes Songtext
He thought the money make you happy
It don′t make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million
Crawled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much
Real steppers outside, they′ll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain′t got no bond
You can′t walk inside my shoes like a Sneaker Con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side, you don′t want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don′t apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God′s eyes
I got gang gang (Gang gang)
I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
I gotta grab dough (Grab dough)
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce
And that bitch match her toes (Yeah, yeah)
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice
I ain′t even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin′ fences
I was stayin' inside the trenches
I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions
Back in Genesis I was O.T. with the coco
She got a bangin′ body, booty like a roller coaster
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I′m sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird′s view through God's eyes
I got gang gang (Gang gang)
I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
It don′t make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million
Crawled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much
Real steppers outside, they′ll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain′t got no bond
You can′t walk inside my shoes like a Sneaker Con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side, you don′t want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don′t apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God′s eyes
I got gang gang (Gang gang)
I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
I gotta grab dough (Grab dough)
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce
And that bitch match her toes (Yeah, yeah)
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice
I ain′t even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin′ fences
I was stayin' inside the trenches
I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions
Back in Genesis I was O.T. with the coco
She got a bangin′ body, booty like a roller coaster
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I′m sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird′s view through God's eyes
I got gang gang (Gang gang)
I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Eric Anthony Sandoval Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com