Ring Around The Rolls

Real nigga music You know the fuck goin' Maybach Music You know every day a celebration, nigga Look at all the shit we've been through, look how far we came, nigga, uh You know we gon' keep poppin' bottles We gon' keep gettin' this money Type shit, slow it down Huh, look Never spoon-fed but always shared my bread Even at a young age, I was too ahead, look I was at my lowest, but I held my head Sharpest nigga in the room and the toolshed, look Flow so immaculate, you should see what I battle with I was in the back of a paddy wagon shackled and shit Now I spend three hundred stacks to sit in the back of it Maybachin' it, huh, how I'm backin' in (look) Hot nigga, givin' bitches the cold shoulder I might pour a pint up, and only you afford sodas Ten properties, three beds, and there's one owner I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan Choke hold her, bad bitch'll eat hoes, and I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded No Trojan, since a kid, I been chosen Plus I been a player since Ring Around the Rolls, and Huh, and nowadays I might pull up playin' Ring Around the Rosies Four Cullinan truck, all doors open Half a ticket on me, I ain't know nothing, I can fold it Look, bad bitch'll keep my clothes folded She keep her hair in a bun, I keep my gun loaded .9 millimeter, she my fine mamacita I can't lie, she a keeper, that's probably why I won't leave her All she know is Patek Philippe, never met Geneva You askin' why they always shoppin' with me, 'cause I get 'em cheaper I can turn a nun to a Chrisean and an eater, huh I can turn a hood rat bum into a diva Big pleaser, more cars than Vin Diesel I can buy like 20 Ferraris with this Visa Rich people only party with rich people That's your bitch? Keep her, you don't want her? Me neither Gun battles and drop tops, we celebrate I'm at the jeweler, we switchin' up new ones every day Being jealous of women, that's where we separate Time bomb is destined for me to detonate, boom Many rats in this bitch, time to clear the room Either pray for your nigga or let the trigger do 'em You been hateful of homies since it was middle school I've been grateful to get it just 'cause you wouldn't do it Rolls-Royce with Mansory all in the roof Four doors, I told Nino go get the coupe I be callin' the shots really, like when it shoot I been talkin' to blocks, nigga, since it was true All these fuck nigga on the Epstein list When I just wanna get my whole team rich The bust down Cuban with the clean chips Gunplay actin' like I ain't mean shit But I bounce back, triple beam shit Black Porsche, top down, and a wing lift Bitch nigga, one round, that's a remix Six figures, hundred rounds on the defense Ten properties, three beds, and there's one owner I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan Choke hold her, bad bitch'll eat hoes, and I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded No Trojan, since a kid, I been chosen Plus I been a player since Ring Around the Rolls, and Huh, and nowadays I might pull up playin' Ring Around the Rosies