[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 b**h 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 pa**
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And I've never seen the b**h, s** dick so fast
I ain't even know you was rich like that
How the hell a n***a pull a b**h like that?
How the hell a n***a got a watch like that?
How a n***a face to face with some sh** 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, n***a, they're curipus n***a
These thugs have a b**h delirious n***a
Don't see it, n***a, can't hear them n***as
Don't stand there, and don't feel them n***a
I'm the trill n***a since a lil n***a
Only difference got it bigger, n***a
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 n***a 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 n***a, 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 b**h 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, f** 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, f**ing up a chick
Real street n***a, I ain't gotta flex
I can count a mil, don't break a sweat
That iced out rollie got a p**y wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!
[Interlude:]
Chugga then your motherf**er, screaming Rolex game
If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke n***a, k** 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 b**h step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)