Gucci Mane - Rolly Up lyrics

[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)