Rich Rollin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1:] To all the Remy sippers, lowlow dippers, the sack flippers Ziploc zippers, the Fedex packin' shippers Big head dolla folders, gun holdas with the chip Motorolas Peep game as I fire up this doja Show you how a nigga puts it down from the connect SC Later Than Nuttier Niera Rap stars still making sales for chickens, dont get it twisted When I retire I'm walking with the ticket Mad doggin' niggas, ain't nuthin funny Motherfuck Jerry Maguire, show this nigga Dub the money An out of town spot, where I can make a profit With the color handkerchief hanging out my back pocket Steady banking for my Juvels on these fools Can't stop 'til I get money like that nigga Cube Blowing chronic out the 6 double O, cruise-controlling My pockets are swollen, I gots to have it rich rollin' [Chorus:] Rich rollin' Never strollin' Heater holdin' We's rollin' She know it, he know It We rollin' She showin' And y'all can't hang, 'till you're grippin on your thangs [Verse 2:] Sittin' reminiscin' about the days of way back Before the LP's and the platinum plaques When all I had to eat was Top Ramen and Tabasco Sleepin' on the floor, sellin' sacks out the back door I remember niggas pointin' and starin' and yellin' Look at that nigga rollin' in a RX7 Bitches laughing at me cause I'm rollin' a bucket With the prime on the side of my doors I'm like fuck it Knowin' some day I'd be the nigga they be jocking 3 years later, fo' sho it's on and poppin' I see the same fools, backstage callin' my name Broke as fuck, lookin like the nigga Eddie King The game still the same but the players done changed Cause now I push luxuries and bang the Connect Gang From Rich Rollin' to 4 Fingers up Two twisted in the... aww fuck it, y'all know the slogan [Chorus:] Rich rollin' Never strollin' Heater holdin' We's rollin' She know it , he know It We rollin' She showin' And y'all can't hang, 'till you're grippin on your thangs [Verse 3:] Now I've seen niggas come and seen niggas go Whack motherfuckers in cheesy ass videos I watch them fall off the charts like a brick Talking that true MC kid keep it real shit See, I love to freestyle but if I can't get paid At the end of the day I'm like "No comprende" 'Cause if keeping it real is being broke Fuck this rap shit, I'm going back to full time slanging dope Laughing at these niggas, swearing they the bomb Working on their fourth album, still living with moms Three strikes you're out, pack yo' shit, shake Stick to flipping burgers and making mix tapes 'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make sense And apparently them freestyles ain't paying the rent So I'mma let you other motherfuckers keep it real broke And in the meanwhile WC gon' keep it Rich Rollin' [Chorus:] Rich rollin' Never strollin' Heater holdin' We's rollin' She know it , he know It We rollin' She showin' And y'all can't hang, 'till you're grippin on your thangs