Roll Around

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] I just wanna get high and get this money That's it, real simple, right? Shit [Verse 1: Styles P] Trapped a fly, they clipped my wings Grow 'em back, I'm a God, not a king Tell these rap niggas I'm a God, not a king Do this shit for niggas in the yard and the bing Homie in the hole hustlin, handlin' feinds You can handle a dream, you can handle a cream But when you get rich banana clip with the beam Chanel on my chick 'cause Santa was never seen Now you can ride the bench or be the man of the team Yeah Me? I like the GM spot, BM drop, the PM pop AM2, so I'm goin' need that AMG in grey and blue But they said it don't come with a clutch, I'll pass Eatin' rappers food and they foul so I'll fast A lot of niggas said they was nice so I'll laugh Really want a problem with Styles then I'll blast [Chorus: Styles P & Flowboy Vegas] I just wanna get high, I just wanna get fly I just wanna make a lot of money, let me get mine Told you I was gangsta, showed you I was gangsta This is how it goes when you roll around with gangstas I just wanna get high, I just wanna get fly I just wanna make a lot of money, let me get mine Told you I was gangsta, showed you I was gangsta This is how it goes when you roll around with gangstas [Verse 2: Styles P] Summer is comin', they gon' front When it comes to the hammers, you know that they gon' dump It comes to the work, you know that they gon' pump Niggas say they hittin' homers, you know that they gon' bunt Niggas say they touchin' down, you know that they gon' punt Niggas actin' so tough, you know that they hold cunts Right around July, I should leave for the whole month Niggas always say its love, ain't show you no love once Back to these rappers and all of they ghost writers You remind of a broke ass lighter, no fire Fuck it though, get your money up, get your credit up Out here, either you the pray or the predator Life [?], they ain't shit about the editor Be foul, get your piece of the pie, America I'm just havin' a little Ghost talk Sometimes I get high and let the smoke talk [Chorus: Styles P & Flowboy Vegas] I just wanna get high, I just wanna get fly I just wanna make a lot of money, let me get mine Told you I was gangsta, showed you I was gangsta This is how it goes when you roll around with gangstas I just wanna get high, I just wanna get fly I just wanna make a lot of money, let me get mine Told you I was gangsta, showed you I was gangsta This is how it goes when you roll around with gangstas I just wanna get high, I just wanna get fly I just wanna make a lot of money, let me get mine Told you I was gangsta, showed you I was gangsta This is how it goes when you roll around with gangstas I just wanna get high, I just wanna get fly I just wanna make a lot of money, let me get mine Told you I was gangsta, showed you I was gangsta This is how it goes when you roll around with gangstas