Rollin'

[Intro] Ay yo, what it do, It’s ya muthafuckin’ homeboy Young Buck And this another world premier, strictly for the traps and trunks Let’s Go [Chorus: Young Buck] Rollin’, and I got 36 ounces with me Some bad bitches in the trap and they countin’ with me My top down, gettin’ money, bitch I’m hot now My top down, gettin’ money, got this shit on lockdown Rollin’, and I got pounds in the back of this shit A bunch of pills and I’m ready, ay bitch you know I’m heavy and you know My top down, gettin’ money, bitch I’m hot now My top down, gettin’ money, got this shit on lockdown [Verse 1: Young Buck] Dope deals and dice games Kilos and light change Bitch, I like nice thangs so I was there when that white came Pyrex in ziplocks Cook one, then switch pots Posted up on my bitch block in polo’s and flip flops A big ol’ chain and a big watch Some bond money at my baby mama house, in case I get popped On the way to shaitown, let’s make a quick stop My walking Keegan niggas getting money, that’s a quick drop A hundred pounds a minute, man I feel like I’m such a big shot Lookin’ at these rappers like that’s what you do to get hot I’m ballin’ with yo bitch, we pullin’ off, just left a big lot Sick to your stomach, pull up Nigga, what yo’ bitch got Tell this off the shop, I lost that roof like a month ago I only did it cause these hoes said my money low Bought another Harley cause my old one was running slow If you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no money, I don’t wanna know [Chorus: Young Buck] Rollin’, and I got 36 ounces with me Some bad bitches in the trap and they countin’ with me My top down, gettin’ money, bitch I’m hot now My top down, gettin’ money, got this shit on lockdown Rollin’, and I got pounds in the back of this shit A bunch of pills and I’m ready, ay bitch you know I’m heavy and you know My top down, gettin’ money, bitch I’m hot now My top down, gettin’ money, got this shit on lockdown [Verse 2: Ruckus 100] Bricks all in my refrigerator, Bandz all on my scale They second guessed the work, but I knew that it would sell I’m in the kitchen, washin’ dishes, with all the whippin’ counter clockwise A lot of Niggas pushy, but not too many like I This leather soft as cushion, so why not let this top down White socks fitted, Tennessee tags when we come ‘round ’72 Monte Carlo, what you know about big blocks Blood at the bezel, diamond the necklace, what a big knot 36 ounces rockin’ up hard, watch his bitch lock DT patrol around the Calder-Sac, but don’t shit stop All numbers scratched off the mac, we bustin’ big shots All the bundles gotta come back, we can’t let shit slide Buck, got me running all through the (Ca$h)'Ville, can’t slow down Been a while since I seen 65, but we here now I’m bogus, ridin’ with a bail, blowin’ on a stick of dro You know it’s gonna be headache, don’t come with the mail, fuck the law [Chorus: Young Buck] Rollin’, and I got 36 ounces with me Some bad bitches in the trap and they countin’ with me My top down, gettin’ money, bitch I’m hot now My top down, gettin’ money, got this shit on lockdown Rollin’, and I got pounds in the back of this shit A bunch of pills and I’m ready, ay bitch you know I’m heavy and you know My top down, gettin’ money, bitch I’m hot now My top down, gettin’ money, got this shit on lockdown