Going Global (Bonus) [Picture Me Rollin'] Lyrics

I be riding with my gang, we going global

Tennis chains just in case I'm feeling noble

Twenty bands on a brand new sofa

If you play with me, you know it's gon' be over

Who'd done lied to you, bitch, you know I'm over her

I don't even know how niggas getting shoulder rubs

Was at the bodega, young, serving cold cuts

Was on the front line, you pussies don't got no nuts

Underground niggas whack you for the mainstream

It's a problem when these bitches on the same team

And they really opps, cause they really ain't me

Get yo ass popped, all I see is brain grease

You either get your education or you bang

Forty pointers, got these bitches going insane

Ride with me, you crashing out, or switching the lane

Oh, what's that? Well, look at the time, I'm done with the lames

If we talking about that money, then that's my business

If he spoke to law enforcement, then it's good riddance

I won't leave a paragraph, I'll leave a short sentence

If he make me nervous, I'ma kill the co defendant

If you stuck on stupid, we don't take the same drugs

All these hoes know me, I don't get a lame hug

Please, no new friends, ain't talking to no strangers

I ain't into goofing off and doing favors

I mean, that's hard

Riding in the scat like it's stolen

I don't even know why you called

You just need to picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin' in my car

Riding in the scat like it's stolen

I don't even know why you called

You just need to picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin' in my car

Rollin' in my car

Stop playin' with me, yeah

Stop playin' with me, yeah

Stop playin' with me, yeah

Stop playin' with me, yeah

Stop playin' with me, yeah