Rolly Up

[Hook: x3]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you've got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up

[Verse 1:]

Since my money fat I'm throwin stacks

Patron shots I'm throwin back

We look good, I'm a spend some racks

Turn round back and a brick squad tat

Taz brought it back but it still don't pass

Push that Jag with a bag of cash

All this stash, and I hope it lasts

And I've never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast

I ain't even know you was rich like that

How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that?

How the hell a nigga got a watch like that?

How a nigga face to face with some shit like that?

Better have a mil, we've been like that

Tell the hoes how the goose is like that

Whole clique, rock 'n' roll looks like that

Got chick like this, so we flex like that

I'm serious, nigga, they're curipus nigga

These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga

Don't see it, nigga, can't hear them niggas

Don't stand there, and don't feel them nigga

I'm the trill nigga since a lil nigga

Only difference got it bigger, nigga

She a eye catcher let er car catcher

But it's chainless so let the watch go

[Hook: x2]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you've got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain't got a rollie then step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 2:]

A dope boy watch is a Rolex

Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex

Everybody in the hood want a Rolex

You better keep your pistol with your Rolex

Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce

I brought the streets back, it needed my voice

Took the nigga for a check and bought a white horse

Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope

You want a yacht, master know your mathematics

Hold your rollie up, and view a real traffic

I'm not a real rapper, I've got a real chick

Real street nigga, with a rollie

[Hook: x2]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you've got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 3:]

There's a plan, masterpiece, no AP

64 Gs tryina freeze me

My diamonds kicking, Jet Li

I'm balling hard, no referee

Brought present watches for the homies

Crime pay, fuck police

Came a long way from that Benny

Getting topped off of my Bentley!

It's a Daytona, no Hubo

Got a pink slip, no car note

I'm balling hard, fucking up a chick

Real street nigga, I ain't gotta flex

I can count a mil, don't break a sweat

That iced out rollie got a pussy wet

Got your little brother throwing up the set

Got your lil sister throwing up the set

Waka Flocka Flame!

[Interlude:]

Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game

If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang

You a broke nigga, kill yourself – Kurt Cobain

Squad!

[Hook: x2]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you've got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)