(Red On The Beat)
Rollin'
Yeah
Huh, they gave me the game and I ran off with it
Life don't come with no damn audition
So I mind my own
'Cause some niggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
Get some discernment
Bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
I finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming
I'm American and whipping this German
Automobile, want a lot of more bills like Alabama
For the scrilla, I'm yearning, you niggas is vermin
And pee-wee like little league football, you niggas is Herman
My pockets is clumped up bigger than Sherman
I want Rihanna, a nigga determined
And I wanna touch on another thing like a pastor right before he finish a sermon
I'm fixin' to perm it and straighten some shit I'm uncomfortable with, I've been twisting and turning
'Cause when you're this fly, it make 'em hit a lick on you, dog, niggas is Kermit
Jump if you wanna, you fixin' to learn, I don't whisper or murmur
I'm clenchin' the burner, this shit can get thermal
You niggas is corny, I'm splittin' your kernel
And if I have to, I can get the attorney
Fly as a full bird, bitch, I'm a colonel
And I buy my bitches Givenchy and Hermès
Niggas play life like checkers, but whole time I knew it was chess 'cause, bitch, I'm a sternum
This load that I'm liftin' may give me a hernia
Shit been a journey, I'm keepin' it churnin'
I'm smoother than butter, I moved from the gutter
And still is a mack, they been thinkin' I'm Bernie him
Rollin'
Rollin', rollin', yeah
Rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin'
Say you rollin', rollin'
Say you rollin', rollin'
Huh, they gave me the game and I ran off with it
Life don't come with no damn audition
So I mind my own
'Cause some niggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
Get some discernment
Bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
I finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming
I'm American and whipping this German
I keep a ten on me like Ben Simmons, I don't play baseball, but I'm going inning for inning (No rap)
We was the ones hittin' shit, I ain't talkin' no blitz, up the score and now we the ones winning
Thirty-some thousand in jewelry, hit like Tyson Fury, I keep me a racket like tennis (No cap)
I turned his ho to a singer 'cause I'm poppin' dingers, I put hole in one and keep spinnin'
I had to jump off the deep end and I ain't know how to swim, would've sold me a limb, that ho singin' my song like The Weeknd
And, no, I ain't YFN, but I'm lit every day, I pop shit from Monday to the weekend
I went and made me a killing, now I'm top-floor living, if you wanna come, gotta beep in (No rap)
I just didn't have me a bed I could sleep in (On God)
We the real ABP, only thing that I know all them other lil' niggas be fakers
I just be kickin' my feet up and smokin' this dough, go to sleep and I'm still makin' paper (And I'm still makin' paper)
Nigga beggin' these hoes for the pussy, she ain't tryna fuck, nigga, what? You gon' make her? (Huh?)
I go certified diamonds, it lower the climate, a hundred, don't fuck with the fakers, on God
Huh, they gave me the game and I ran off with it
Life don't come with no damn audition
So I mind my own
'Cause some niggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
Get some discernment
Bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
I finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming
I'm American and whipping this German
And clutching this Russian
Two drums on it, call those repercussions
I'm fresh out the wrapper, I dare you to touch it
The coupe is roofless, hey, easy does it
I dress my AK in Banana Republic
Too with the shit, there ain't no way to flush it
I'm so Krispy Kreme, I got O's by the dozen
My wife keep telling me time is money
I guess I could fit a Rolex in the budget
Toy stick on me, don't play with these buttons
Don't play with me, buddy, I'll spray if you buggin'
Killin' shit, they gotta pay me more money
I laugh to the bank, but it ain't nothin' funny
Fingers is itchin', I'm thumbin' and thumbin'
I came from the bottom like top of the morning
If we talkin' bread, better pay me my muffins
My pockets look light, there's a bun in the oven
If I wasn't married, I'd stick up your hussy
And call her a Dyson, she never lose suction
My thumb in her ass, now she feel like a puppet
Her only two words is, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming"
I give her that dope and that's just what she wanted
She on the bus with it taped to her stomach
Now how do I tell you to get you some money
Without all the risk of it sounding redundant?
They gave me the game and I ran off with it
Life don't come with no damn audition
So I mind my own
'Cause some niggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
Get some discernment
Bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
I finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming (Yeah)
I'm American and whipping this German (Long live Pif)
Rollin', rollin', yeah
Rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin'
Say you rollin', rollin'
Say you rollin', rollin'
