James Harden - Odalys

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