Rolex

Uhh Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Rozay [Hook - The-Dream] This is Rolex music (uhh) Sittin' in the back of the 62", just me & my boo Radio Killa music (uhh) We always with the baddest hoes, fuck the status quo You can't see me (uhh), you can't see me (uhh) Give a fuck what you think, blowing bottles of that drink (uhh) You can't see me (uhh), you can't see me (uhh) Shawty we shut it down, down, down, you can't see me [Verse 1 - The-Dream] Red Ferrari, me and my cutie pie Blowing money fast, westside shawty 'til I die Back to the haters, wind in my face Louis Vuitton shades, Levi jeans And I feel like Master P cause my cards ain't got limits Pull a black Visa - buy a black Jesus My nigga Chris say he can't imagine what this is Can't wait until you get home, nigga look how we living Waking up, breaking up with the baddest bitches I heard my cousin told his mother "that nigga gettin it" So this goes out to them haters, fuck you and your blank stare Arm out the window, smiley face, Rollie in the air [Hook] [Verse 2 - Casha] You already know what it is when you see me Radio Killa straight out of the C P T Compton if you didn't know, westside 'til I die Hair down my back, Gucci Print on the bag Cali swagger, rollie on my arm See I been to hell and back, and I put that on my mom And now I'm in the building with the hottest nigga doing it Gotta get that money baby, that's why I'm pursuin it It's a celebration when them gold presidential links Are wrapped around your wrist, yeah, shawty is the shit So this song for them haters, fuck you and your blank stare Smiley face, Rollie way up in the motherfucking air [Hook] [Outro - Casha & The-Dream] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, Compton in this bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, ATL up in this bitch