Add her to the roster, I could bring the real bitch out of an impostor
Give her a prescription of some game like a doctor now she callin' me her daddy but I never had a daughter
Add her to the roster, check her like some nike's, got her laced up proper
Dead ass gorgeous so I had to buy a coffin, all business no kisses, this is not spin the bottle
Girl don't say you sorry
Just tell me why... why you always jawse like a nigga don't see straight through them lies
Poppin' out yo lips that money shit, like you really fly
Tell me why yo words and yo actions never harmonize
F*ck reading words, I read body language through these eyes
Fake it til' you make it, ye a never get the winning prize
Baby look at it my way, it's a better sight
I'm tryna have our pockets so fat, they get cellulite
Make it make sense to me girl, don't apologize
I respect honesty, that slick talk won't suffice
Grip on this game, like a vice, you better hold tight
Cause you could fall off any day, it's a bumpy ride
Take heed to this fast life, but you must survive
I could have breaded like the crust off a apple pie
If you actin right you'll get the wood, I'll leave you crucified
Ain't no suit and tie, but we gotta do our business right
Add her to the roster, I could bring the real bitch out of an impostor
Give her a prescription of some game like a doctor now she callin' me her daddy but I never had a daughter
Add her to the roster, check her like some nike's, got her laced up proper
Dead ass gorgeous so I had to buy a coffin, all business no kisses, this is not spin the bottle
Slithered in her brain waves
How you think the cash came
Hittin' where I take aim
Murda be my last name
Double F's, f*ck fame
Baby run that cash in
Full time trappin
We gon' make it happen
Add her to the campaign
She know who the captain
Makin' profits happen
That's where my ass been
Runnin' up a check... why don't you come and get some laps in
Runnin' up a check... why don't you come and get some laps in
Wolf.M - Roster Lyrics
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Add her to the roster, I could bring the real bitch out of an impostor
Give her a prescription of some game like a doctor now she callin' me her daddy but I never had a daughter
Add her to the roster, check her like some nike's, got her laced up proper
Dead ass gorgeous so I had to buy a coffin, all business no kisses, this is not spin the bottle
Girl don't say you sorry
Just tell me why... why you always jawse like a nigga don't see straight through them lies
Poppin' out yo lips that money shit, like you really fly
Tell me why yo words and yo actions never harmonize
F*ck reading words, I read body language through these eyes
Fake it til' you make it, ye a never get the winning prize
Baby look at it my way, it's a better sight
I'm tryna have our pockets so fat, they get cellulite
Make it make sense to me girl, don't apologize
I respect honesty, that slick talk won't suffice
Grip on this game, like a vice, you better hold tight
Cause you could fall off any day, it's a bumpy ride
Take heed to this fast life, but you must survive
I could have breaded like the crust off a apple pie
If you actin right you'll get the wood, I'll leave you crucified
Ain't no suit and tie, but we gotta do our business right
Add her to the roster, I could bring the real bitch out of an impostor
Give her a prescription of some game like a doctor now she callin' me her daddy but I never had a daughter
Add her to the roster, check her like some nike's, got her laced up proper
Dead ass gorgeous so I had to buy a coffin, all business no kisses, this is not spin the bottle
Slithered in her brain waves
How you think the cash came
Hittin' where I take aim
Murda be my last name
Double F's, f*ck fame
Baby run that cash in
Full time trappin
We gon' make it happen
Add her to the campaign
She know who the captain
Makin' profits happen
That's where my ass been
Runnin' up a check... why don't you come and get some laps in
Runnin' up a check... why don't you come and get some laps in
Give her a prescription of some game like a doctor now she callin' me her daddy but I never had a daughter
Add her to the roster, check her like some nike's, got her laced up proper
Dead ass gorgeous so I had to buy a coffin, all business no kisses, this is not spin the bottle
Girl don't say you sorry
Just tell me why... why you always jawse like a nigga don't see straight through them lies
Poppin' out yo lips that money shit, like you really fly
Tell me why yo words and yo actions never harmonize
F*ck reading words, I read body language through these eyes
Fake it til' you make it, ye a never get the winning prize
Baby look at it my way, it's a better sight
I'm tryna have our pockets so fat, they get cellulite
Make it make sense to me girl, don't apologize
I respect honesty, that slick talk won't suffice
Grip on this game, like a vice, you better hold tight
Cause you could fall off any day, it's a bumpy ride
Take heed to this fast life, but you must survive
I could have breaded like the crust off a apple pie
If you actin right you'll get the wood, I'll leave you crucified
Ain't no suit and tie, but we gotta do our business right
Add her to the roster, I could bring the real bitch out of an impostor
Give her a prescription of some game like a doctor now she callin' me her daddy but I never had a daughter
Add her to the roster, check her like some nike's, got her laced up proper
Dead ass gorgeous so I had to buy a coffin, all business no kisses, this is not spin the bottle
Slithered in her brain waves
How you think the cash came
Hittin' where I take aim
Murda be my last name
Double F's, f*ck fame
Baby run that cash in
Full time trappin
We gon' make it happen
Add her to the campaign
She know who the captain
Makin' profits happen
That's where my ass been
Runnin' up a check... why don't you come and get some laps in
Runnin' up a check... why don't you come and get some laps in
Writer: Jamai Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid