"Rollin' (Remix)" lyrics - GUNPLAY

GUNPLAY
"Rollin' (Remix)"
feat. Rick Ross & Waka Flocka Flame

This for my niggas on the block and hallways
Ball every Monday through Sunday (Rollin!)

Every time you see me on the set boy I'm (ROLLIN)
Rims, whips sittin' on them shits boi I'm (ROLLIN)
Snatch a dime nigga wanna rip 'cause I'm (ROLLIN)
Nigga 'cause I'm (ROLLIN) nigga 'cause I'm (ROLLIN)

My VIPs' trump tight, I see his ace of spades
5% tint, behind these all black shades
A young nigga paid, number nine J's
If you love yo city like me rep where you stay

(GUNPLAY VERSE 1)
My campaigns in champagne can't slow down my fast lane
I do my damn thing I'm drunk on that kerosene
Got birds I'm the pear man, pussy by the cabin
It's fake? I ain't wearing that. My cake? White as Mayonnaise
My chopsticks are foldout, the drum hoes' a hold out
Just buss me a lick I had to bond my "lil'woe" out
Tore down that pussy (yep), left the walls wore out
A Dade County nigga twist the fro, and let it grow out
I pop bands and count that, can't turn down my loud pack
You keep it real in the field? Homeboy I doubt that
Think you finna bring it here? think twice we bout that
You ride with me? Shout that. Besides you ain't bout that

(WAKA FLOCKA)
I'm drinking ace of spades like a pop soda
Man I'm balling out rapping ima stock holder
Cleiko love me like Brooklyn love HOVA. Forest Green rover. Call it Tarzan
Hell yea I'm sleep walking boy get off them Zan's
100 grand in my pockets watch me do the money dance
I'm finna change my name to Benjamin Flocka
Lord forgive me for my sins, I just killed the beat
Ostrich on the seats, Pineapple paint, bottles on me. What you want to drink?
Pills on me. Who want the heat? Steal two, I'ma Fucking G (ROLLIN!)

(Gunplay 2)
Gun on my waist, bun in my lace. Sittin all level squatting on a sante
Suckers getting sauteed, for getting all brave
Buyer and supplier, it take's 2 to rob base
'Cause the tape on the town, the money on the carpet
Fish scale looking like I peel't it off a topping
From white sea to water, that shit get to talking
One question in that room? That killer get tot talking
These hoes like a ball man these hoes just for tossing
These chains, these rings, these things, I'm flossin
8's, spinning. Banana's peeling. Mouth full, I need a millii. (ROLLIN!)