Rollin

Rollin a nigga rollin
I done up my hustle now my wrist on frozen
First class flights can't pronounce where I'm goin
Middle of the summa step out now it's snowin
He said make it shower but I want it golden
Only real ones round me Fuck these bitches and their friends
Only if the top down pull up with no tint
When the topics money they shut up cause they don't get it yeah

I don't want confusion so I'll set the record scrait
I put in his face and ever since he called me bae yeah
Fuckin to my songs my bottoms up shout out to Trey
He said Brando this forever don't think bout a just in case yeah
His and his beamers but my man don't wanna race
Even though the kids a bottom losin is something I can't take yeah
Step out with the denim and them shoes that's made by Ye
Paul Rich on my wrist and on my anklet Cartier yeah

Rollin a nigga rollin
I done up my hustle now my wrist on frozen
First class flights can't pronounce where I'm goin
Middle of the summa step out now it's snowin
He said make it shower but I want it golden
Only real ones round me Fuck these bitches and their friends
Only if the top down pull up with no tint
When the topics money they shut up cause they don't get it



Credits
Writer(s): Sergio M. Cabral, Susan Melissa Paroff, James Keith Petrie, Ali Theodore, Douglas J. Davis, Brandon Adam Zemel
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