Rolla

(Fuck you bitch, Fuck you, Fuck up your shit, yeah!)
(Fuck you bitch, Fuck Fuck, bitch Fuck)

I don't even fuck with they bitch
Just doing my shit
Chasing the bread
I need the house and the whip
Still in the back
Stealing the bag
I eat the cake
And I'm still in the back
Rolla the car
Yeah we roll in the car
We don't get caught
So we fuck in the bars

I ain't even rap for the bitch
Poppin' them pills
Not even trying, you bad
I'm in the stu' with my crew
All my friends blue
Charmander flaming the grass
People be lying a lot
Mikey! don't fuck with no thots
All of them breaking the bank
Keeping it low, while I'm hitting it raw

I don't even fuck with they bitch
Don't even call her my friend
Ignore on that bitch, call on that bitch
When I need me some head
I gotta get my piece
I gotta make some peace
I don't need diamonds to flex
I gotta get my piece
I don't even fuck with they bitch
Just doing my shit
Chasing the bread
I need the house and the whip
I got the friends
I need the Benz
Chasing the bread
I need the house and the whip
I gotta get some sleep
Make a new masterpiece
How she got all that cake
Baby please gimme a piece
I got the friends
I need the Benz
Some money to spend
Get me some money to spend

Still in the back
Stealing the bag
I eat the cake
And I'm still in the back
Rolla the car
Yeah we roll in the car
We don't get caught
So we fuck in the bar

I ain't even rap for the bitch
Poppin' them pills
Not even trying, you bad
Catch me in the stu' with my crew
All my friends blue
Charmander flaming the grass
People be lying a lot
Mikey! don't fuck with no thots
All of them breaking the bank
Keeping it low, while I'm hitting it raw

I don't even fuck with they bitch
Don't even call her my friend
Ignore on that bitch, call on that bitch
When I need me some head
I gotta get my piece
I gotta make some peace
I don't need diamonds to flex
I gotta get my piece



Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Montemayor
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