Rolly Polly Olly Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Money make the world
Go round round round round rolly pollly olly
Addicted to the Guap, I can't get enough
Shoebox filled with Huns, Watch me run it up
Came up out the mud, Iversons was dirty
Now my fit clean and my kicks bleed
Louboutin Spikes or some Mcqueens
Way before the music, Dawg I been flea
I ain't never been that cocky nigga though
Show respect and imma keep it mutual
Niggas wallen tryna impress these stupid hoes
Ya be doin the most, Why ya do that for?
Shitting on the next man knowing
You ain't got no goddamn hands on you
You ain't got no damn bands on you
Ain't nobody ever ran from you
I just took a business trip to Medillen
Coca Zaza Perkies we got everything
Gotta get me to a bag by any means
Stuff the Louie V with some presidents
Duffel look like I just won a settlement
I can't cuff cause I'm to young for settling
I can't let em take me out my element
Cause I been putting on a show like Eminem
Shawty hit me on some nigga you ain't shit
I don't even know who number this shit is
Hit it once and probably never hit again
She been blowing up my phone up ever since
Asking questions on some was it some I did?
Fucked her good and now she way over head
She be getting tight when I leave her on read
Calling me a stranger nahh eleven is
Money make the world
Go round round round round rolly pollly olly
Addicted to the Guap, I can't get enough
Shoebox filled with Huns, Watch me run it up
Came up out the mud, Iversons was dirty
Now my fit clean and my kicks bleed
Louboutin Spikes or some Mcqueens
Way before the music, Dawg I been flea
I ain't never been that cocky nigga though
Show respect and imma keep it mutual
Niggas wallen tryna impress these stupid hoes
Ya be doin the most, Why ya do that for?
Shitting on the next man knowing
You ain't got no goddamn hands on you
You ain't got no damn bands on you
Ain't nobody ever ran from you
I ain't drop up in a minute
Took a little break but now I'm punching in
Niggas wasn't with me shooting in the gym (Uh)
Early bird gon get the win
I don't do clubbing unless it's for a real occasion
Tired of seeing all the same old faces
Popping bottles with these fake ass models
What the fuck ya niggas always celebrating?
Shawty hit me she like come to Eros
Would of came through, I'm no where near though
Busy on the move, Love dinero
Got to cop my nephew fly apparel
She like you don't make no time for me though
Why you capping? You be slacking
Matter fact, shit I'm heading back now
Know the drill come in through the back end
Money make the world
Go round round round round rolly pollly olly
Addicted to the guap, I can't get enough
Shoebox filled with Huns watch me run it up
Came up out the mud, Iversons was dirty
Now my fit clean and my kicks bleed
Louboutin Spikes or some Mcqueens
Way before the music, Dawg I been flea
I ain't never been that cocky nigga though
Show respect and imma keep it mutual
Niggas wallen tryna impress these stupid hoes
Ya be doin the most, Why ya do that for?
Shitting on the next man knowing
You ain't got no goddamn hands on you
You ain't got no damn bands on you
Ain't nobody ever ran from you