Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rollin' Up , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 31.01.2019
Song language: English
Rollin' Up |
| Jets nigga now where haven’t we been yet |
| Jets nigga now where haven’t we been yet |
| Jets nigga now where haven’t we |
| And I’mma keep rolling up |
| Putting the weed low when the police is rolling up |
| Fool all I know is go and let them haters slow me up |
| Stashing for my unborn |
| They balling when they old enough |
| Yeah, J.E.T.S. |
| nigga |
| As if I had to say it, Spitta |
| In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist |
| iTunes banging from my hotel room |
| Nothing but beats bitch |
| Fuck it when I die I could sleep Bitch |
| My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money Jake |
| King Kong ain’t got shit on me |
| My face is a coupon |
| I don’t know them but they know me |
| Bitches pitch it, like pitchers |
| But I’m smart not a wild swinger careful at what I’m hitting |
| Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sitting |
| Ain’t into nothing crazy keep it for them crazy niggas |
| G fizz fly holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers |
| Smelling like high times at the 50-yard-line |
| Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets |
| And I’mma keep rolling up |
| Putting the weed low when the police is rolling up |
| Fool all I know is go and let them haters slow me up |
| Stashing for my unborn |
| They balling when they old enough |
| And um, my nigga the planes back |
| Getting full off of dinner but save scraps |
| Never know when a rainy day may happen |
| Pictures out of my life and bitches I Taylor gang that |
| Me and Spitta, spend a grand at the bar |
| Buying drinks for my niggas |
| Hoes selling they souls just to be with us |
| On the road with winners, champions |
| Ride smoking weed to myself the only reason they stress |
| Because I’m on the level you can’t be in |
| And I flick the middle finger to fake friends |
| We live like when the loyalty is strong you can’t bend |
| We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in |
| Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking Millionaire hoes |
| I’m in the air solo |
| You nowhere near close |
| Went and took the road this youngin here chose |
| Smoking it by the «O» |
| And I’mma keep rolling up |
| Putting the weed low when the police is rolling up |
| Fool all I know is go and let them haters slow me up |
| Stashing for my unborn |
| They balling when they old enough |