Testi James Harden - Odalys

James Harden

Walkin' with a roll, hey
Four pockets full of dough, hey
Damn, I’ve been juggin'
And this hoe already know, Let’s go let’s go
Bitch I’ve been road running
Like I want to kiss the floor
And I think she know something
So I can’t let her go, Kamo
And these bitches steady calling, ah
Now I’m up these niggas salty, ah
I got money for the wrong things, ah
Let a nigga try to cross me, let’s go
Fuck it, they gon' have to off me, on bro
Let a nigga try to stop me, go
She on the bottom so she topped me, go
I’ve dun brought my bottom to the lobby
I pop a perc now I’m soaring, whistle
These niggas ain’t that important, hell naw
We be fuckin' on mamas on tour, on god
And bitch look at my diamonds
Galore, god damn
Bitch I don’t even feel like rhyming
No more, like fuck
I done had perfect timing before, like duh
And I know that he lied but he swore, like huh?
Yeah, and I won’t fall off, pick up phone when you call
Blockboy, block them all, hot boy, yeah I’m hot
Top boy you all talk, and my shorties get involved
Drop an ten-y Im the mall, James Harden, nigga how I’m balling
And I won’t fall off, pick up phone when you call
Blockboy, block them all, hot boy, yeah I’m hot
Top boy you all talk, and my shorties get involved
Drop an ten-y Im the mall, James Harden, nigga how I’m balling