Rollout (My Business)

Roll out, roll out, roll out Roll out, roll out, roll out Roll out, roll out I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock, foties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it? Where'd you get that mackin' Benz with them windows tinted? Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through? Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag? A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good a** job Of just eyin' me, spyin' me I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Man, that car don't come out until next year Where in the f*** did you get it? That's eighty-thousand bucks gone Where in the f*** did you spend it? You must have eyes on your back 'Cause you got money to the ceiling And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin' Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin' Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin' three-coarse meals? Gettin' goosebumps with her body tapped in six inch heels What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room? A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rappers A couple of wives, now it's time to choose I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted? PlayStation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted? Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch? You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips Touchin' lips to the top of the dick and, whew Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house? What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth? What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case? Get up out my face, you couldn't relate Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock, forties, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Get out my business, my business Stay the f*** up out my business, ah 'Cause these n*ggas all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the f*** up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine My business, my business Stay the f*** up out my business 'Cause these n*ggas all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the f*** up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace, hoo