Rolling ft. ActingLikeJay Lyrics

Rolling and we roll, Rolling and we roll

And we rolling, Yeah, Roll, you know we roll

Roll, you we roll, Roll you know we roll

And we rolling, Yeah

I was rolling

Bought a Motorola for my yola

I was swerving in that YotaTryna get a big payola

I was rolling, I be rolling

I be rolling, I be rolling

I be rolling, I be rolling

I be rolling

I just spent a bag

On a brand new coupe and I pray to God

I don't crash it

Dubbing all these bitches

I swear I do them the baddest

I just need a bitch like Cardi

She ain't gotta cook or clean nah nah

She just gotta fuck at a party

I really ain't tryna get started

Like Drake and Offset

Champagne and Bacardi

Smoking this shit and it smell like I farted

I walk in the club and I'm popping three Xans

When I get around people I'm Nauseous

She calling my phone, she blowing me up

I told you lil baby I'm dodging

I'm sipping this lean, I'm Nodding

Rolling I be rolling, rolling I be rolling

Rolling I be rolling, I be rolling, Yeah

These niggas they really be going out sad

And I can not help it

I'm rich but I'm tryna get wealthy

Come here bitch, come and suck on my pelvis

Rock and roll on the stick I'm with Elvis

I got bricks in the attic, I'm stacking foundations

Might fuck around and get reckless

Rolling I be rolling, Rolling I be rolling

Rolling I be rolling, I be rolling, Yeah

Aye, Don't get me started

When I push up on niggas, we breaking knees

Fucking bitches, I do that shit often

I be high as hell on a Wednesday

Easter pink it be having me Nauseous

Riding two seater and it's matte black

All my bitches they really exotic

Moving niggas that chopper got kickback

Mix matched, I'm really that heartless

And we not finna stress about P's

We put them at ease, he really was harmless

Rolling up, man them niggas got cropped out

Fucking hoes yeah I'm really a farmer

And I'm counting up all of my digits

This shit ain't prescripted, I don't need a pharmacist

Rolling I be rolling, rolling I be rolling

Rolling I be rolling, I be rolling, Yeah

Ain't finna keep it a hundred with no bitch

I feel like Serena I keep it a rack

I can't be a Ricky, I'll never go back

I put one in the hole, call me "Caddy no Lack"

Flame up the mic, and I turn it to ashes

Quarterback bitch I'ma fuck her then pass it

100 Sum shots in this motherfucking Ashton

Niggas be broke and they blame it on fasting

Rolling I be rolling, rolling I be rolling

Rolling I be rolling, I be rolling, Yeah

Rolling I be rolling, rolling I be rolling

Rolling I be rolling, I be rolling, Yeah