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Young Buck - Rollin Lyrics

Rollin Song Lyrics
Rollin by Young Buck (Hook)
Rollin', and I got 36 ounces with me
Some bad b**ches in the trap and they countin' wit me
My top down, gettin' money, b**ch I'm hot now
My top down, movin' money, sh*t on lockdown
Rollin', and I got pounds in the back of the Chevy
I bought you pills and I'm ready
Aye, b**ch, I'm heavy and you know
My top down, gettin' money, b**ch I'm hot now
My top down, movin' money, sh*t on lockdown

(Verse)
Dope deals and prize games, kilos and life change
b**ch, I like nice thangs, so I was there when that white came
Pyrex and ziplocs, cook one then switch pots
Posted up on my b**ch block in polos and flip-flops
A big ol' chain and a big watch
Some bond money at my baby momma house in case I get popped
On the way to Shy Town, let's make a quick stop
My walkin' keagen, niggas gettin' money, that's a quick drop
A hunnid piles a mid, I feel like I am such a big shot
Lookin' at these rappers like that's what you do to get hot
I'm ballin' with yo b**ch, I'm pullin' out, just left a big lot
Sick to yo stomach pull up lookin' what yo b**ch got
Tell this off the shop, I lost the roof about a month ago
I only did it cause these hoes said my money low
Bought another Harley cause my last one was runnin' slow
If you ain't talkin' bout the money, I don't wanna know
Can't you see I'm

(Hook)
Rollin', and I got 36 ounces with me
Some bad b**ches in the trap and they countin' wit me
My top down, gettin' money, b**ch I'm hot now
My top down, movin' money, sh*t on lockdown
Rollin', and I got pounds in the back of the Chevy
I bought you pills and I'm ready
Aye, b**ch, I'm heavy and you know
My top down, gettin' money, b**ch I'm hot now
My top down, movin' money, sh*t on lockdown

(Verse)
Birds up in my refrigerator, bandz all on my scale
They second guessed the work but I knew that it was served
I'm in the kitchen washin' dishes while the whippin' counterclockwise
A lot of niggas pushin', but not too many like I
This love as soft as cushion, so why not let this top down?
White socks fitted, Tennessee tags when we come round
72 Monte Carlos, whacha know about big blunts?
Blood at the bebble, diamond the necklace, what a big knot
36 ounces rockin' up hard, watch this b**ch lock
DT patrolers, wina colas, but don't sh*t stop 'em
All the number scratched off the mat, we bustin' big shots
All the bundles gotta come back, we can't let sh*t slide
Buck got me runnin' all thru the ville, slow down
Been a while since we seen 65, but we here now
I'm bogus wild with a bail, goin' on the sticker dro
Ya know it's gon' be headed, don't come with the mail
f**k the law!

(Hook)
Rollin', and I got 36 ounces with me
Some bad b**ches in the trap and they countin' wit me
My top down, gettin' money, b**ch I'm hot now
My top down, movin' money, sh*t on lockdown
Rollin', and I got pounds in the back of the Chevy
I bought you pills and I'm ready
Aye, b**ch, I'm heavy and you know
My top down, gettin' money, b**ch I'm hot now
My top down, movin' money, sh*t on lockdown