Like Dis

(Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
She want the bag, she want the Rollie
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie,
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, Rollie)
She wanna bag, and she want a Rollie
She wanna fuck on me and my Brodies
Bitch I'm the goat, I'm feeling like Kobe
I was just down, nobody told me it'd feel like dis
When you up you know it's stuck it feel like dis
That's when you at the top and getting rich
I just pulled up in a Benz
It's just me, her, and her friends
Had a three-sum with some twins
I'm just counting all my wins feeling like dis
When you up you know it's stuck it feel like dis
Now we at the top and getting rich

She said, "Zayy you smell like weed"
I just mixed that with some Creed
Louis luggage overseas
Bitch I'm fresher than Febreeze feeling like this
We at the top floor, I just fucked all on your bitch
Now we at the top and getting rich
Price went up i'm taxing again
Big boy truck, I'm backing it in
Bitch I'm 'it' i'm tagging your friend
Hope you let me smash it again, ok
She say Zayy baby I do just what you want
Just make sure you bring the blunt
I make sure I bring the Runtz
That ain't shit, can't you see that i'm everything they not
I just jumped up off the yacht, with Balenci's on my socks
Now I'm finna do everything that they said I wouldn't do
I ain't trynna fuck your friend if you ain't trynna join us too

She wanna bag, and she want a Rollie
She wanna fuck on me and my Brodies
Bitch I'm the goat, I'm feeling like Kobe
I was just down, nobody told me it'd feel like dis
When you up you know it's stuck it feel like dis
That's when you at the top and getting rich
I just pulled up in a Benz
It's just me, her, and her friends
Had a three-sum with some twins
I'm just counting all my wins feeling like dis
When you up you know it's stuck it feel like dis
Now we at the top and getting rich



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Writer(s): Taliyah Smith
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