Rollin

[Verse 1: Trizzy]
Goin' head and let my niggas in, tell em bottles on me
And we riding this bitch out until the throttles on e
Tell me what it's goin' be, is you down on getting up
Making all this money, so me and my homies split it up
Get it back tomorrow so it's nothing if we blow it all
All these hoes be giving brain, we call em miss know it all
So involved, love to live this lifestyle
Making sure I do it big, cuz I could lose it right now
Or next week, or maybe next month
So I'm putting 3.5 in my next blunt
And you know it's chronic
Because my weed is like my bitches so I go exotic
Only smoking hydroponic
Man I swear this gotta be something I'm making up
Getting money in my sleep to count soon as I'm waking up
Pouring out some liquor for my niggas that ain't seeing this
Cuz if I ain't see it myself, I wouldn't be believing this

[Hook]
Roll
Why don't you come and get high
With me
Smoke
Why don't you come and just fly, with a g
Cuz I got dough, I got dough
Baby I got dough, I got dough
And I'm rollin', baby I'm rollin'
I got dough, I got dough
I got dough, baby I got dough
And I'm rollin', nigga I'm rollin'