Released: December 7, 2016
Featuring: Tayda
Songwriter: Tayda Rod Wave
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
Young trap nigga, he got tied of being broke
Pockets, they was hurtin', so he jumped off the porch
He in love with the finer things, but ain't nothing free
I'ma tell you how a nigga told me
It's a lot of hustles out here, woadie, pick you one
It's a lot of money out here, woadie, get ya some
Ain't nobody nowhere out here gonna give ya none
You got one life to live, better live it up
[Verse 1: Tayda]
Ayy, jumped off the porch kinda late
Now I pull up on the couple on the skates (Skrrt)
Plug front me this, I got a good face
Know for spendin' racks on all your face
Remember the days they said I wouldn't be shit
Came a long way, ain't no more hittin' licks, look at me now
That young nigga hood rich, can't get me wrong
I'll still finesse you quick
Money call my phone, I'm catchin' it
Need extra money, so I'm stretchin' it
In love with finer things, I don't need a bitch
Tired of being broke, so I was going to get it
If he hit licks, bag it up and sell it
Just watch who you servin', these niggas be tellin'
Life in a gamble, I'm bettin' on sevens
Young nigga trappin', 365, 24/7
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
Young trap nigga, he got tied of being broke
Pockets, they was hurtin', so he jumped off the porch
He in love with the finer things, but ain't nothing free
I'ma tell you how a nigga told me
It's a lot of hustles out here, woadie, pick you one
It's a lot of money out here, woadie, get ya some
Ain't nobody nowhere out here gonna give ya none
You got one life to live, better live it up
[Verse 2: Rod Wave]
Mama went to trippin', now she kicked me out her home
Cliqued up with Kareem, and we went and got it on
Started kickin' door, tryna get my money long
Bro was sellin' bows 'til the crackers tapped his phone
I been ridin' 'round with a semi-automatic
If I catch a nigga lackin', then I gotta let 'em have it
Come where I come from, if you snooze, then you lose
I'd rather be here than you, I refuse to get blues, fuck that
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
Young trap nigga, he got tied of being broke
Pockets, they was hurtin', so he jumped off the porch
He in love with the finer things, but ain't nothing free
I'ma tell you how a nigga told me
It's a lot of hustles out here, woadie, pick you one
It's a lot of money out here, woadie, get ya some
Ain't nobody nowhere out here gonna give ya none
You got one life to live, better live it up
[Outro: Rod Wave]
Go nuts
Ayy, young nigga, go nuts
Ayy, go nuts
Young trap nigga, he got tied of being broke
Pockets, they was hurtin', so he jumped off the porch
He in love with the finer things, but ain't nothing free
I'ma tell you how a nigga told me
It's a lot of hustles out here, woadie, pick you one
It's a lot of money out here, woadie, get ya some
Ain't nobody nowhere out here gonna give ya none
You got one life to live, better live it up
[Verse 1: Tayda]
Ayy, jumped off the porch kinda late
Now I pull up on the couple on the skates (Skrrt)
Plug front me this, I got a good face
Know for spendin' racks on all your face
Remember the days they said I wouldn't be shit
Came a long way, ain't no more hittin' licks, look at me now
That young nigga hood rich, can't get me wrong
I'll still finesse you quick
Money call my phone, I'm catchin' it
Need extra money, so I'm stretchin' it
In love with finer things, I don't need a bitch
Tired of being broke, so I was going to get it
If he hit licks, bag it up and sell it
Just watch who you servin', these niggas be tellin'
Life in a gamble, I'm bettin' on sevens
Young nigga trappin', 365, 24/7
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
Young trap nigga, he got tied of being broke
Pockets, they was hurtin', so he jumped off the porch
He in love with the finer things, but ain't nothing free
I'ma tell you how a nigga told me
It's a lot of hustles out here, woadie, pick you one
It's a lot of money out here, woadie, get ya some
Ain't nobody nowhere out here gonna give ya none
You got one life to live, better live it up
[Verse 2: Rod Wave]
Mama went to trippin', now she kicked me out her home
Cliqued up with Kareem, and we went and got it on
Started kickin' door, tryna get my money long
Bro was sellin' bows 'til the crackers tapped his phone
I been ridin' 'round with a semi-automatic
If I catch a nigga lackin', then I gotta let 'em have it
Come where I come from, if you snooze, then you lose
I'd rather be here than you, I refuse to get blues, fuck that
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
Young trap nigga, he got tied of being broke
Pockets, they was hurtin', so he jumped off the porch
He in love with the finer things, but ain't nothing free
I'ma tell you how a nigga told me
It's a lot of hustles out here, woadie, pick you one
It's a lot of money out here, woadie, get ya some
Ain't nobody nowhere out here gonna give ya none
You got one life to live, better live it up
[Outro: Rod Wave]
Go nuts
Ayy, young nigga, go nuts
Ayy, go nuts
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- Rags2Riches 2
- Paint the Sky Red
- By Your Side
- Popular Loner
- How Would You Feel
- Rags2Riches
- Green Light
- Dark Conversations
- Close Enough to Hurt
- Sky Priority
- Brace Face
- Heart 4 Sale
- The Greatest
- Bottom Boy Survivor
- Abandoned
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