Lyrics:
homie
And for that reason thats the reason I keep two on me
Lying to me I turn up on you and get crucial
Any commotion I call the homie me and too rollin
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when
big thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell
What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit
I got some
And now they want to run a brother out?
I'm a well-educated young maker of revenue
Rollin' in a big black BMW
So I'm supposed to fit because I'm straight
slow
Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college were lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside
it's up
Shotty so big I blow this bitch and fuck my shoulder up
Money can’t but happiness, be rich and still feel broke as fuck
I always locked away my
to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you
to the back
Kush in my realer, rollin big like Shaq
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin
we not that rich
We livin' life, just gettin' by
Feelin' low, feelin' down
Not thinkin' twice, take a shot of Crown
Homies rollin' loud but I paid
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
her home
And he was rollin' with the big whips, light red Bronco, high rollin' when he sit
Then Quila had to babysit, rail city callin', big chance
cause this bitch kept on trollin
Four, five, six, yeah, you know I kept on rollin heat
Chillin' by the harbor, lookin' down on Leeds city streets
Ended
you feel this)
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?
Riding by windows shakin' while I'm passin' by
Gotta big screen TV in
Rollin, I be rollin', that's what's up
(Like for real) We just tryna find our way
(You know for real) That's what's up
(You know for real) So on rotation
and a Maybach bitch
Niggas ask how we got so rich
Turn up nigga Im that switch
Drive by like bang-bang bitch
Fuck around and get shot bitch
You bouta get
much you wanna bet we all
Gone be rich wit gold grills and pinky rings still swangin
Gold 24s
Rollin thru the town
Sippin on this drank
Mackin' hoes in
a dick
Rich
So how yu askin bout it when yo bitch kno
Rollin rollin Rollin Rollin
Big smoke
I don't wanna see you FaceTime
Niggas dying in the day time
drugs, I'm rollin' J's by the two
Straight relaxation, got our feet in the pool
Stars on the ceiling when we go back to my room
and a gangsta
Gangsta groove and rich, rollin' a cube, and boss up, nigga
Who want want with Sean "Puff" Da Don
Dutch Don Juon with Sean Don, I'm Sean John
nights at the Ritz check the wrist burnt out
Rollin big spliffs hella trees burnt down
She off molly I'm convinced
But I'm lit right now
Told you I'm
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