Rolls
Prin$e Albert
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I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor I'm tryna make like a billion (a billi) My diamonds look like chameleon All of my homies be killin' it All of my shoes is Italian Mafia coming from Cali, aye F*ck up a president rally, aye Saving the papers for bitches, aye F*ck with a blunt in the allie Making a Benjamin, yeah yeah No button ahead of him, yeah yeah Only get younger, yeah yeah Spicy like cinnamon, yeah yeah I don't be fucking for free, yeah I stay fucked up in my dreams, yeah I'ma just turn on the camera Baby let's shoot me a scene, yeah I don't need a lawyer, got a Jew to beat the case She don't need to wear no shit, but she still gone beat her face I ain't gonna do that shit you want 'cause I don't see my place I'ma stick with trapping, rapping, flipping up my frito-lays I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor I want a zip of the cookie You gone get hit if you looking Bitch I'm a pro, you a rookie But no one ever gone book me You know I'm hot like a pepper Chili chips, no Chester Got the bottle, done blessed her Got my girl, undressed her Bitch I want me a Bugatti, aye Riding around playing Mozzy, aye Coogi my sweater all on me, aye But we no f*ck with Bill Cosby, aye Bitch I'm balling Johnny Sins Rick Owens on my shins Buy another pint of purp Pussy boy give your ins I'm in it (yeah, holdup) I been the type to bust in with a wood Pull up in Rick and I show 'em what's good I'm way too faded, I put on my hood Cops running by with they gun in my face I don't even see 'em I'm in outer space Man I just told you I ran out of shake Next time we gone have to rent out the place Y'all clones differentiate Ice on me, it refrigerate Ten joints we incinerate Too slumped, I'ma hibernate Fake diamonds on me dancing Color off, take my chances Long sex like tantric Smoke grande like Spanish I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor I want a Rolls Get the money and go Pour up a four Gucci my coat I'm tryna smoke Don't open the door All night at the show Wake up on the floor
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