$150 / roll widdit - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Good vibes, yeah we 'bout 'em

Started off from the bottom and we're still here

My stipends got me solemn

2 weeks and $150 dollars worth

I guess I'll get a job

I guess I'll show up for my moms and my pops

Prove 'em that I am an average guy

And that I ain't wastin' my time just

Roll up that green

Just to catch up on sleepin'

We spend the whole semester up in the deep end, I know

In the deep end, I know

But still, small shit take my mellow

My Lucky Charms ain't got enough marshmallows

And when you judge by a color

Nobody knows greener meadows

[Chorus]

I don't got much but I roll wit' it

And all my good friends they roll wit' me

If you got a problem, take it up with me

'Cause talk behind my back, I can't roll wit' ya

If ya boys got beef, we can roll wit' it

In the club or the street, we can roll wit' it

It don't make me nothin', blow for blow wit' it

Crack his head wit' a gun, I'ma sure split it

[Verse 2]

But Juice got weed, but Juice got pills

But Juice got that work on the corner cuttin' deals

But Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real

So Juice got some gang kids down for the kill

Well Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field

We never had a job but we sittin' on a mil'

We ball out in the club wit' our kids stayin' trill

We never wrote a check, just them big face bills

Well our playas drinkin' Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka

Wearin' mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca

Seen ya main girl and a player had to stop her

Her name wasn't Silkk, but her face was The Shocker

The feds takin' pictures of us ballin', but I got 'em

7 footer hole for his body, we gon' drop 'em

Always on the grind, we be watchin' when they watchin'

And when they turn they back, it's the clucka-clucka-rock 'em, yeah