Lyrics Rollin - Cardi B

Rollin - Cardi B
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rollin , by -Cardi B
Song from the album: Gangsta Bitch Music Vol. 2
In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:19.01.2017
Song language:English
Record label:KSR
Age restrictions: 18+

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Rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (Them commas coming quick)
Look
Show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I’m not a bum bitch, I’m a boss bitch
You sideline I’m centre stage
I don’t even get involved with it if it don’t make me cum or it don’t get me
paid
If it’s not the money then it’s «poof, be gone»
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches and that Louis Vuitton our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want, bitch fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (them commas coming quick)
Look
I’m not a rider chick I’m a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club, they gonna tell you we run that shit
I’m like the strip club Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want something, it’s «whatever, cop it»
Balenciaga, tell em check the closet
Heard you fucking for that extra change
That’s why that pussy got that extra mileage
I be rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

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