The Union - Roll Wit Us lyrics

Chorus: The Union (repeat 2X) How many n***as wanna rock wit us, drop wit us Make it hot wit us, you can shop wit us Plot wit us, cop a droptop wit us And if you ain't ready to roll, you not wit us Verse One: Misfit I'm livin my life, spinnin in dice, women and ice You're pretendin you're nice, ready wrote raps, men into mice With a casual switch, heart of a lion, tongue of a snitch Son of a b**h is the gold-plated, gun of the rich Welcome to the world I'm runnin the sh**, me and the beat click Like the gun and the clip, rhymes in the head like one at the tip Shootin off at the mouth, y'all ain't got no wins And I ain't new to this n***a, me and the mic is old friends Up in the gold Benz with gold rims a blunt and the flyest b**hes While you decide if it's a front, or a sign of riches I'm hoppin out, iced up, in designer stitches of course And you still wonder what it cost We floss, me and Munnie B, sippin Sunny D Dirty hearts and bad company, you don't wanna see me angry Boy my click on, sh** y'all wish on Expedition, we glist-en, keep the list-en Keep the piss on, diamonds, on my wrist long Y'all just full of smoke like Christion If the sh**'s on, then it's on Me Misfit, Henny sip Could harm, any click, could charm, any b**h Don't ask, can he rip, y'all s**, too many dicks I be, with plnety players, learned, from many pimps Y'all money came and it went, mines is still here The dimes is still here, the rhymes is still here The crimes is still here Somethin you feel here, everything is real here Nothing fictitious, regardless of the bad luck y'all wish us Your click lust for life, what we touch in a week Up in the club, touchin the freaks The dancefloor, leads to the sheets And all beef, will eventually, lead to the heat I'm right across the water, knowin that the city don't sleep But for the mill-ions, feel me y'all, comin in peace Misfit, from out of the Big East Chorus Verse Two: Munnie To me Munnie/money is never major Cause see I rock gators in many flavors Players they hate us cause we big willies with navigators Out to get the money pushin 320's, windows tinted While my sh** is legally represented, your sh** is rented Stackin my chips, mackin my b**h, got crack addicts waxin my whips Full credits on clips, my chick stash between her hips Flexin my Benjamins, eatin at Bennigan's Me and my women friend, me and my Junior M.A.F.I.A. like Kim and them Swimmin in women, laced wit nuttin but designer linen Yes the finer women, if you rocked in em, I slide up in em Went from rags to riches, baggin b**hes, lyrically vicious Your wish is just hopin maybe you can rock designer stitches Enterprise thick, strictly wise guys runnin my sh** Gun in my clip, and if you talk slick, we runnin your sh** Really, I'm not a player I'm just crush a lot With thugs that bust a lot We like to make money and f** a lot Sex in a Expedition see that's tradition, my next edition Is s**in flexin my complex position, listen I'm Gambino with Nino, and I'm runnin sh** with the dog I'm physically chubby and still got it locked like Boss Hog No matter the cost, me and my Union n***as we floss And if your money couldn't stretch, get lost, or be tossed Chorus