Lyrics:
keep on my feet
If you come rollin' with me consider your name on VIP
Call me the hbic I see something shiny on my ring
Ching ching I'll pay the bills
Aye
Wrist froze pop off like a pistol I
Give no fucks who trying to take my light
I'm aggressive kinda like a pit-bull and
If you piss a nigga off go
with the barker
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga
Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare
a God with many followers
Who's sick enough to choke a pitbull with his own dog collar
I rep the NYC, fuck bitches and sip Remy
Pack more notes than
(who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin
(who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin
Nigga, who's you? (Who's you?)
My shawty pullin' up with a real bad bitch
I wanna fuck you too (fuck you too)
Drippin' my swag, Dubai tags, I'm new
I
the club with this one
I'm a tear the club the fuck up
I'm a have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listen
If you don't want those things
who you rollin wit
Tell me Iz you rollin with the crew
Tell me Iz you rollin with the crew
Tell me Iz you rollin with the crew
Tell me Iz you rollin
wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
or do you just ride dick?
Cause playa', I don't know you, nigga' tell me who you
wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
or do you just ride dick?
Cause playa', I don't know you, nigga' tell me who you
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
on my hips
So don't trip but if you choose to
Train tracks around your eyes from who
Me, the see-K-N-I-G-H-T down wit me niggaz
So watch we get props
splash her
Like Mike "Peosa" Pitbull will catch you
Niggers wanna hurt me cuz
I spread like herpes
Contagious with the flow danger!
Hit the floor one in
And shoot pool with the galaxy
Few could challenge me who do catastrophe
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll slap through
wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
or do you just ride dick?
Cause playa', I don't know you, nigga' tell me who you
whip
What to do with
Not the crew you want war with
Niggas might as well forfeit
She a fan take a portrait
Rollin in and out of love
Rollin in and out
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
we vibe babe
Rollin', rollin'
It was just me and you
Rollin', rollin'
Ooh, we rollin'
Rollin', let me roll with you
Did I get it, did I get it?
Well, I
with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin’ with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? I’m
Millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fucking with (bitch)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm
Millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fucking with (bitch)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm
(Holla holla)
All my niggaz that's ready to get
(Dollaz dollaz)
Bitches know who can get 'em a little
(Hotta hotta)
Come on if you rollin' wit me
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