Rollin Papers
Off that bolognese
Yeah (yeah)
From check cashing lines to dimes of all kinds
I came from petty crimes, now it's nice shutter blinds
Salt and pepper shakers on my quarter acre
I often scream Anita Baker while I'm rolling papers
Same old love, I'm like OJ with the glove
When it come to getting money, I'm guilty, jets in the tub
I got clothes on the floor fresh from the store
If I let a girl score, next day she sore
Slamming Chevy doors, always ready for war
Shirt by truly yours, shoes by Dior
My granny died poor just so I could pour
Reposado in a glass, I'm raising the score
Wilt Chamberlain stats and Sandy Koufax
I got the glow back, and it's a Kodak
Picture perfect how a nigga work the wheel
AC blowing cold when I'm in the field
Still
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah, yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
I got back at them niggas I had beef with
I fucked all of them girls you wanted to give a check
I'm from the Reagan era, I dress to impress
I got stripes like I play for the Mets
I'm down by one, tryna take the lead
Keeping what I need, and the rest is greed
I'd rather chase dreams, work on my 16
All my little things, I turn 'em into fiends
Have 'em eating clean, listening to the Supremes
Barry Gordy couldn't afford to record me
Ever since a shorty knew this life was for me
I almost made 40, money makes me horny
Wilt Chamberlain stats and Sandy Koufax
I got the glow back, and it's a Kodak
Picture-perfect how a nigga work the wheel
AC blowing cold when I'm in the field, still
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah, yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Still park the crash
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Yeah (yeah)
From check cashing lines to dimes of all kinds
I came from petty crimes, now it's nice shutter blinds
Salt and pepper shakers on my quarter acre
I often scream Anita Baker while I'm rolling papers
Same old love, I'm like OJ with the glove
When it come to getting money, I'm guilty, jets in the tub
I got clothes on the floor fresh from the store
If I let a girl score, next day she sore
Slamming Chevy doors, always ready for war
Shirt by truly yours, shoes by Dior
My granny died poor just so I could pour
Reposado in a glass, I'm raising the score
Wilt Chamberlain stats and Sandy Koufax
I got the glow back, and it's a Kodak
Picture perfect how a nigga work the wheel
AC blowing cold when I'm in the field
Still
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah, yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
I got back at them niggas I had beef with
I fucked all of them girls you wanted to give a check
I'm from the Reagan era, I dress to impress
I got stripes like I play for the Mets
I'm down by one, tryna take the lead
Keeping what I need, and the rest is greed
I'd rather chase dreams, work on my 16
All my little things, I turn 'em into fiends
Have 'em eating clean, listening to the Supremes
Barry Gordy couldn't afford to record me
Ever since a shorty knew this life was for me
I almost made 40, money makes me horny
Wilt Chamberlain stats and Sandy Koufax
I got the glow back, and it's a Kodak
Picture-perfect how a nigga work the wheel
AC blowing cold when I'm in the field, still
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah, yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Still park the crash
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Hunn
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