Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rollie , by - Shawn ChrystopherRelease date: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rollie |
| Yeah |
| Taking everything from the top |
| WAV |
| We in here getting everything they said we couldn’t have |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
| I drink champagne for breakfast |
| Have champagne for brunch |
| Take a nap in my office |
| Then stunt on niggas for lunch |
| No I do not need much |
| Just gold bottles, gold models, gold chains |
| A Ferrari that be switching lanes, and a pinky ring |
| I’m a pimp by relation |
| You’s a ho by relationship |
| Spending all that time chasing that dame |
| Boy that make me sick |
| I stack so much bread |
| That they call me Wonder |
| Nigga I need a new passport |
| For all the time spent down under |
| Yeah, she come like she running late |
| I eat that bitch up like a dinner date |
| So much Pinot I ain’t thinking straight |
| Waiting on me to fall like the summer late |
| I be balling long distance in other states |
| Put up numbers like I rock the number eight |
| And white bitches love me like summer lakes |
| And my shooter next to me like running mates |
| I’m flipping numbers like Uno |
| I’m the realest nigga you know |
| So Rodger that, nigga 10−4 |
| Pull up with the pipe loud |
| But you know I got the tint low |
| Driveway looking like a Benz show |
| You be in a rental |
| Still live at home cause your rent low |
| Nigga I be with the gold grills, and the black hat |
| With my brim low, learned that from the OG’s |
| Niggas stay stacking Rollies |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
| Grind to the max |
| Fuck paying tax |
| I told my bitch I’ll be back when I’m back |
| I’m spitting on wax, stacking my racks |
| Thirty-eight right in my waist when I rap |
| Don’t trip Jack, I’m Slater no Zach |
| Got saved by a whole bell of that crack |
| I’m a quarterback, Kobe with the Mack |
| But actually I can shoot better than that |
| Master with P’s, sell it for the G’s |
| Ain’t no limit if you trying to cop some keys |
| Rollie by my sleeve, I’mma pimpanese |
| Malcolm X, complex by any means |
| Japanese denim on all of my jeans |
| Every day thing, leave by the CREAM |
| Wu-Tang complex since I was a teen |
| Now I’m getting older, weight on my shoulder |
| Feeling like Atlas trying to hold the world up |
| When I’m just trying to hold my fam and my girl up |
| But they ain’t understand my X-files like I was Scully and Mulder |
| This Kush and a Xan got me really unsober |
| But I’m too much of a soldier |
| To let these drugs take over |
| Had to cop some work, send it OT |
| Just to get them loafers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
| Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
| Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |