NRG by M. Preme Lyrics

(Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’)

Chorus:

Rolling thru my city
Getting money, smoking celery
Never giving fucks bout these bitches and bad energy
Energy, energy
This million dollar (hey)
With my energy, energy
I’m cashing on the regular
X2

Verse:

Regular
Gichee on the torso, hit the cellular
Upper cuts
When we hit the scene these niggas know what’s up
They know it’s us who set the bar
Ain’t nobody coaching us
Who cold as us?
Grinding hard cuz i ain’t got that rollie yet
Focus on my money up
The phony stuff no time for it
Gotta put in time for it
Water whipping wine for it
Now, all i gotta say is now
You could catch a nigga
(Chorus)

Verse:

Tell em send a cut
I been grinding everyday
How much diamonds in these chain?
I need diamonds in each ear
Fuck you saying?
Nigga from the gutter, climbin to the top
I been damaging these thots
Need a phantom for my car
I ain't playing with you fuck boys
Fuck what you thought
“Coulda, shoulda”, thats for them
I go bananas with the sauce
I go ape to the pearly gates
Ban us if you want
Got no manners
So the stunt disrespectful
When it come
Like (Prrrrrrr)
That’s the money call
Focused, ain’t no days off
Sleep, and get laid off
For rara, let the K off
(Prrrrrrrr)
Take the safe off
Go and play hard
Balling, thats the day job
Till it fucking pays off
(Chorus)