Roll It

[Verse 1] I keep it 100 We fucked she ain't get 1 hundred Pulled up like a number 1 stunna '68 road-runner, runner road Deuces Forgio' Four deuce Charger Two thousand whole I'mma scrape the bowl Trying to stretch it to get a whole 'nother whole Bond money ain't gotta worry about a hole In another county On the run bounty hunters trying to hound me They wish they woulda, coulda, had found me I'm at Miami nigga at the fountain With a pretty bitch she tired of counting Broke ass niggas should be tired of lounging Flow colder than an Appalachian mountain In the winter time I'm a dog came from a very very rare kennel line You niggas ain't no friend of mine It was Ferragamo and Marciano Heavy on the pasta I'm a dope locker I'm a street nigga with a baby chopper Get money motherfucker and my poppa Be a street nigga hang with the robbers In Miami getting real cash These niggas talk it I just have it [Hook] Tell 'em to roll it, roll it, roll it Roll it, roll it, roll it Roll it, roll it, roll it Roll it, roll it, roll it Roll it, roll it, roll it Drank we pour it, pour it, pour it Pour it, pour it, pour it Pour it, pour it, pour it Pour it, pour it, pour it Pour it, pour it, pour it Bitch you know it, know it, know it Know it, know it, know it Know it, know it, know it Know it, know it, know it Know it, know it, know it Hit the club throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it [Verse 2] I'm talking 'mills Never missed a meal Rims wind-mill Million-dollar deal Deal for a 'mill This shit real Smoking real kush Kush vacuum sealed Pop a whole seal Cause I love the feel Yeah its crystal clear Crystal clear it is Big gun with me that can kill deer Tell Tarentino that I can kill Bill Came in throwing it I'm still here Rest in peace to my nigga still live Rims very ill Offset the whips Penthouse to live Live in penthouse In a bitch's mouth Stash it in the house Trying to vent it out, rent it out Rental cars they tinted out Get 'em in, get 'em out Get 'em out, when they in Fly nigga, baby I need a Benz Maybe a McLaren Got these bitches starin' Told my nigga Zay I'mma buy my Rolly with so much clarity Bitch I'm getting so much money god damn I ain't even caring [Hook]