Rollin', I don't need to eat (Rollin')
Pills turn me into a monster, I been a beast
I'm who I was meant to be
Gettin' my racks, fulfilling my destiny (Racks)
Drip, I got sauce on me
Study my formula, they want the recipe
Keepin' my Hlock on me (Brr)
'Cause protection don't feel like a vest to me
Turned to an opp and we sent that boy up to God and He keep on blessing me
I don't worry 'bout blogs, I can see through the fog with these LED leds sittin' comfortably
My neck like a shorty, I get plenty of whores, man, these Elliottt diamonds do somethin' to me
Openin' doors, why would I keep givin' you more if you still don't nothin' for me?
Chrisitan Dior, marble my floors
Step like a pimp when I put on velour
I poured a four, think I need more
Count all my racks until my thumbs get sore
I give my bro my code to my safe
I stay with my dawg like a shoe and a lace
Deal with my problems never evade
Tapped with the mob as a man, I'm made
Livin' my passion, the money a plus
Least I know I could go shoppin' all day
Respect is a must, I'll never get touched
My shooter a skunk, everybody get sprayed
Goin' all in, I'm callin' they bluff
I'm with a bad bitch and I'm pokin' her face
All of my car be goin' real fast
Got six hundred horses, you don't wanna race
Rollin', I don't need to eat (Rollin')
Pills turn me into a monster, I been a beast
I'm who I was meant to be
Gettin' my racks, fulfilling my destiny (Racks)
Drip, I got sauce on me
Study my formula, they want the recipe
Keepin' my Hlock on me (Brr)
'Cause protection don't feel like a vest to me
Turned to an opp and we sent that boy up to God and He keep on blessing me
I don't worry 'bout blogs, I can see through the fog with these LED leds sittin' comfortably
My neck like a shorty, I get plenty of whores, man, these Elliottt diamonds do somethin' to me
Openin' doors, why would I keep givin' you more if you still don't nothin' for me?
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