RAW by B-Role Lyrics
RAW
[Hook: Kimball Roberts]
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
[Verse 1: Smoking Section]
First things first, R.I.P. to having standards (R.I.P.)
Who raised y'all mothafuckas? you ain't got no manners (no manners)
Speaking to a dead man, I'm a necromancer (dead)
Couple bullets turned him from a killer to a dancer
When I was a youth, thought cutting was the answer (yikes!)
Call me Jesus Christ, cause my God my fucking hands hurt (christ!)
I just want a deal, fuck a millie, fuck your gram sir (fuck)
Take a bullet young or get old and get some cancer
[Chorus: Smoking Section & Kimball Roberts]
You can show me the money now
You can show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the money now
Sh-show me the money now
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
[Verse 2: Smoking Section]
Show me all the mothafucking money that you spent (money!)
Oh my fucking God you fucking wasted every cent (money!)
Waking up with roaches but at least you own a Bentley
Self-professing king wrapped in chains you gone bend the knee
I ain't out here making - making money, making felonies
But they never caught me so none of those charges fell on me
I can't fade my own race, only caramel or ebony
Looks like all my opps are dropping - dropping like they Kennedys
[Chorus: Smoking Section & Kimball Roberts]
You can show me the money now
You can show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the money now
Sh-show me the money now
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
[Hook: Kimball Roberts]
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
[Hook: Kimball Roberts]
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
[Verse 1: Smoking Section]
First things first, R.I.P. to having standards (R.I.P.)
Who raised y'all mothafuckas? you ain't got no manners (no manners)
Speaking to a dead man, I'm a necromancer (dead)
Couple bullets turned him from a killer to a dancer
When I was a youth, thought cutting was the answer (yikes!)
Call me Jesus Christ, cause my God my fucking hands hurt (christ!)
I just want a deal, fuck a millie, fuck your gram sir (fuck)
Take a bullet young or get old and get some cancer
[Chorus: Smoking Section & Kimball Roberts]
You can show me the money now
You can show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the money now
Sh-show me the money now
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
[Verse 2: Smoking Section]
Show me all the mothafucking money that you spent (money!)
Oh my fucking God you fucking wasted every cent (money!)
Waking up with roaches but at least you own a Bentley
Self-professing king wrapped in chains you gone bend the knee
I ain't out here making - making money, making felonies
But they never caught me so none of those charges fell on me
I can't fade my own race, only caramel or ebony
Looks like all my opps are dropping - dropping like they Kennedys
[Chorus: Smoking Section & Kimball Roberts]
You can show me the money now
You can show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the, show me the money now
You can show me the money now
Sh-show me the money now
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
Show me all the money
[Hook: Kimball Roberts]
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold
Hit that shit raw, she's something that I hold
Smoke that shit raw, that's something that I know
Hit that shit raw, she's someone who turns cold
Someone who turns bold, someone who's fool's gold