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[Hook x3]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youâve got a rollie then hold it up
If you ainât got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up
[Verse 1]
Since my money fat Iâm throwin stacks
Patron shots Iâm throwin back
We look good, Iâmma spend some racks
Turn round back and a brick squad tat
Taz brought it back but it still donât pass
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And Iâve never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast
I ainât even know you was rich like that
How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that?
How the hell a nigga got a watch like that?
How a nigga face to face with some shit like that?
Better have a mil, weâve been like that
Tell the hoes how the goose is like that
Whole clique, rock ânâ roll looks like that
Got chick like this, so we flex like that
Iâm serious, nigga, theyâre curipus nigga
These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga
Donât see it, nigga, canât hear them niggas
Donât stand there, and donât feel them nigga
Iâm the trill nigga since a lil nigga
Only difference got it bigger, nigga
She a eye catcher let er car catcher
But itâs chainless so let the watch go
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youâve got a rollie then hold it up
If you ainât got a rollie then step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)
[Verse 2]
A dope boy watch is a Rolex
Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex
Everybody in the hood want a Rolex
You better keep your pistol with your Rolex
Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce
I brought the streets back, it needed my voice
Took the nigga for a check and bought a white horse
Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope
You want a yacht, master know your mathematics
Hold your rollie up, and view a real traffic
Iâm not a real rapper, Iâve got a real chick
Real street nigga, with a rollie
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youâve got a rollie then hold it up
If you ainât got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)
[Verse 3]
Thereâs a plan, masterpiece, no AP
64 Gs tryina freeze me
My diamonds kicking, Jet Li
Iâm balling hard, no referee
Brought present watches for the homies
Crime pay, fuck police
Came a long way from that Benny
Getting topped off of my Bentley!
Itâs a Daytona, no Hubo
Got a pink slip, no car note
Iâm balling hard, fucking up a chick
Real street nigga, I ainât gotta flex
I can count a mil, donât break a sweat
That iced out rollie got a pussy wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!
[Interlude]
Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game
If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke nigga, kill yourself â Kurt Cobain
Squad!
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youâve got a rollie then hold it up
If you ainât got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)
- Album:
- Free Gucci: The Release
- Guwop Home (Single)
- Everybody Looking
- Last Time (Single)
- Woptober
- The Return of East Atlanta Santa
- I Am Trap
- 1017 Mafia: Incarcerated
- Brick Factory 3
- Views From Zone 6
- Mr. Clean, The Middle Man
- Breakfast
- Dinner
- Lunch
- Trap House 5: The Final Chapter
- Dessert EP
- King Gucci
- El Chapos Home
- Street Nigga Progress
- Mane Attraction