(Hook)
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Rollin', and I got 36 ounces with me
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Some bad bitches in the trap and they countin' wit me
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My top down, gettin' money, bitch I'm hot now
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My top down, movin' money, shit on lockdown
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Rollin', and I got pounds in the back of the Chevy
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I bought you pills and I'm ready
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Aye, bitch, I'm heavy and you know
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My top down, gettin' money, bitch I'm hot now
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My top down, movin' money, shit on lockdown
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(Verse)
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Dope deals and prize games, kilos and life change
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Bitch, I like nice thangs, so I was there when that white came
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Pyrex and ziplocs, cook one then switch pots
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Posted up on my bitch block in polos and flip-flops
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A big ol' chain and a big watch
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Some bond money at my baby momma house in case I get popped
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On the way to Shy Town, let's make a quick stop
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My walkin' keagen, niggas gettin' money, that's a quick drop
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A hunnid piles a mid, I feel like I am such a big shot
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Lookin' at these rappers like that's what you do to get hot
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I'm ballin' with yo bitch, I'm pullin' out, just left a big lot
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Sick to yo stomach pull up lookin' what yo bitch got
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Tell this off the shop, I lost the roof about a month ago
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I only did it cause these hoes said my money low
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Bought another Harley cause my last one was runnin' slow
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If you ain't talkin' bout the money, I don't wanna know
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Can't you see I'm
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(Hook)
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Rollin', and I got 36 ounces with me
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Some bad bitches in the trap and they countin' wit me
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My top down, gettin' money, bitch I'm hot now
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My top down, movin' money, shit on lockdown
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Rollin', and I got pounds in the back of the Chevy
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I bought you pills and I'm ready
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Aye, bitch, I'm heavy and you know
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My top down, gettin' money, bitch I'm hot now
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My top down, movin' money, shit on lockdown
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(Verse)
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Birds up in my refrigerator, bandz all on my scale
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They second guessed the work but I knew that it was served
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I'm in the kitchen washin' dishes while the whippin' counterclockwise
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A lot of niggas pushin', but not too many like I
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This love as soft as cushion, so why not let this top down?
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White socks fitted, Tennessee tags when we come round
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72 Monte Carlos, whacha know about big blunts?
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Blood at the bebble, diamond the necklace, what a big knot
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36 ounces rockin' up hard, watch this bitch lock
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DT patrolers, wina colas, but don't shit stop 'em
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All the number scratched off the mat, we bustin' big shots
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All the bundles gotta come back, we can't let shit slide
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Buck got me runnin' all thru the ville, slow down
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Been a while since we seen 65, but we here now
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I'm bogus wild with a bail, goin' on the sticker dro
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Ya know it's gon' be headed, don't come with the mail
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Fuck the law!
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(Hook)
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Rollin', and I got 36 ounces with me
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Some bad bitches in the trap and they countin' wit me
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My top down, gettin' money, bitch I'm hot now
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My top down, movin' money, shit on lockdown
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Rollin', and I got pounds in the back of the Chevy
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I bought you pills and I'm ready
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Aye, bitch, I'm heavy and you know
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My top down, gettin' money, bitch I'm hot now
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My top down, movin' money, shit on lockdown
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Rollin
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