Rolling Lyrics

I don't spend money on hoes

Thats me spending money on myself

Put a bounty on yourself

If you fucking with my dogs, then you gotta guard yourself

And they pull up with they squad

But they go back home scarred

Catch me chilling in a foreign quad

Uh, uh

Foreign quad

Uh, uh

Foreign car we on guard no regard

40 to your head make your brain retarded

Give it time you gon' come back check out where It started

Pray to God that my money stay long and high

Pray to God that my life is long and high

I don't got no girl but I got a hundred wives waiting in line

You don't like me talk to my glock 'cus I got no time

And Im rolling rolling solo dolo round the city

OBJ get the kitty

Pull up in a cherry red BMWX3

Give her one I take three

Cops they pull me over clown me

And they try to put me in the county jail

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I don't need to sell

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I don't need a sail

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Covered in a veil

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Criminal big scale

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My rap holy grail

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Free the guys in jail

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Weed only inhale

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We don't do exhale

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Spread your blood on a sheet, spreadsheet, excel

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On the streets I excel

On the beat I exhale

From deep in my mind

Go deep on the beat

Creepin' up on these geeks

When they drag your name in the streets

You got a put a couple motherfuckers in they place, or

You got put a couple in a motherfucker

Every now and then you give a chance to talk shit to the wrong guy

Then you give 'em tough talk, hope they dont bark

Or you rough 'em up

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If a million ain't enough

Imma make another it aint really tough

She got a man but that motherfucker soft

She in my head like get the fuck off

Cover up all of the dough uh

Feds outside homie get low

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Make sure the feds cant get near us

They do the choppa gon clear us

Nobody near us

My homie get us off grid disappear us

Caught by the feds they gon hear less

My rapping peerless

Your homie they call him fearless

Prove it

He can't get near us

Amigos are dangerous

You do a crime I'm earless

Choppa shave you, you become hairless

We be so dangerous, cus we so careless

I couldnt care less if you got big tits or big lips

When you don't please this big dick uh huh

Please bitch you are not slick

You might be thick

But you're not alone I got options, I can pick (uh)

Beretta hit you, you and yo hoe

Shoot that shit bright like a go pro

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Pray to God that my money stay long and high

Pray to God that my life is long and high

I don't got no girl but I got a hundred wives waiting in line

You don't like me talk to my glock 'cus I got no time

And Im rolling rolling solo dolo round the city

OBJ get the kitty

Pull up in a cherry red BMWX3

Give her one I take three

Cops they pull me over clown me

And they try to put me in the county jail