Rolly up - Gucci Mane feat Young Scooter & Waka Flocka Flame
[Hook x3]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie b_tch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Since my money fat I'm throwin stacks
Patron shots I'm throwin back
We look good, I'mma spend some racks
Turn round back and a brick squad tat
Taz brought it back but it still don't pass
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And I've never seen the b_tch, s_ck d_ck so fast
I ain't even know you was rich like that
How the hell a n_gga pull a b_tch like that?
How the hell a n_gga got a watch like that?
How a n_gga face to face with some sh_t like that?
Better have a mil, we've been like that
Tell the hoes how the goose is like that
Whole clique, rock 'n' roll looks like that
Got chick like this, so we flex like that
I'm serious, n_gga, they're curious n_gga
These thugs have a b_tch delirious n_gga
Don't see it, n_gga, can't hear them n_ggas
Don't stand there, and don't feel them n_gga
I'm the trill n_gga since a lil n_gga
Only difference got it bigger, n_gga
She a eye catcher let the car catch her
But it's chainless so let the watch go
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie then step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
A dope boy watch is a Rolex
Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex
Everybody in the hood want a Rolex
You better keep your pistol with your Rolex
Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce
I brought the streets back, it needed my voice
Took the n_gga for a check and bought a white Porsche
Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope
You want a yacht, master know your mathematics
Hold your rollie up, and view a real trapper
I'm not a real rapper, I've got a real check
Real street n_gga, with a rolex
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie b_tch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
There's a plan, masterpiece, no AP
64 Gs tryna freeze me
My diamonds kick it, Jet Li
I'm balling hard, no referee
Brought present watches for the homies
Crime pay, f_ck police
Came a long way from that Benny
Getting topped off of my Bentley!
It's a Daytona, no Hublot
Got a pink slip, no car note
I'm balling hard, f_cking up a check
Real street n_gga, I ain't gotta flex
I can count a mil, don't break a sweat
That iced out rollie got her p_ssy wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!
[Interlude]
Chugga then your motherf_cker, screaming Rolex game
If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke n_gga, kill yourself - Kurt Cobain
Squad!
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie b_tch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)
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