Rollin'

Ooh,Ooh,Ooh
Trouble, on the floor tonight
Shawty outside from the west side
All she wanna do, is party

And pop bottles of Bacardi
And get dirty and naughty
Ooh, We outside tryna catch a vibe
Tell Mr. DJ, run that record

The revolution will be televised
We running wild for the night
Ooh, the way she goes down that pole
Makes a player wanna spend some dough

Just to let her know
We rolling and we locked in for life
Ooh, the way she goes down that pole
Makes a player wanna spend some dough

Just to let her know
We rolling and we locked in for life
Ooh, Ooh,Ooh
Ooh, Ooh,Ooh
Ooh, We rolling and we locked in for life

My blue denim rolled down to my Timberlands
Got four pockets full of Benjamins
Tryna make the most out of moments
While we young and restless

In the middle of the club with some supermodels
All they wanna do is pop bottles
Foots on gas full throttle
Party all night until tomorrow

Ooh, the way she goes down that pole
Makes a player wanna spend some dough
Just to let her know
We rolling and we locked in for life

Ooh, the way she goes down that pole
Makes a player wanna spend some dough
Just to let her know
We rolling and we locked in for life

Ooh, Uh, Mr. DJ
Run it back one more time for the party
Uh, shout out to my shorty
In the middle of the club, party

Eh, Eh, Eh, Ooh, Eh, Ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Armando Sanusi
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