Rich Rollin'

To all the Remy sippers, lowlow dippers, the sack flippers

Ziploc zippers, the Fedex packin' shippers

Big head dolla folders, gun holdas with the chip Motorolas

Peep game as I fire up this doja

Show you how a **** puts it down from the connect SC

Later Than Nuttier Niera

Rap stars still making sales for chickens, dont get it twisted

When I retire I'm walking with the ticket

Mad doggin' ****, ain't nuthin funny

Motherfuck Jerry Maguire, show this **** Dub the money

An out of town spot, where I can make a profit

With the color handkerchief hanging out my back pocket

Steady banking for my Juvels on these fools

Can't stop 'til I get money like that **** Cube

Blowing chronic out the 6 double O, cruise-controlling

My pockets are swollen, I gots to have it rich rollin'

Rich rollin'

Never strollin'

Heater holdin'

We's rollin'

She know it, he know It

We rollin'

She showin'

And y'all can't hang, 'till you're grippin on your thangs

Sittin' reminiscin' about the days of way back

Before the LP's and the platinum plaques

When all I had to eat was Top Ramen and Tabasco

Sleepin' on the floor, sellin' sacks out the back door

I remember **** pointin' and starin' and yellin'

Look at that **** rollin' in a RX7

Bitches laughing at me cause I'm rollin' a bucket

With the prime on the side of my doors I'm like fuck it

Knowin' some day I'd be the **** they be jocking

3 years later, fo' sho it's on and poppin'

I see the same fools, backstage callin' my name

Broke as fuck, lookin like the **** Eddie King

The game still the same but the players done changed

Cause now I push luxuries and bang the Connect Gang

From Rich Rollin' to 4 Fingers up

Two twisted in the... aww fuck it, y'all know the slogan

Rich rollin'

Never strollin'

Heater holdin'

We's rollin'

She know it , he know It

We rollin'

She showin'

And y'all can't hang, 'till you're grippin on your thangs

Now I've seen **** come and seen **** go

Whack motherfuckers in cheesy ass videos

I watch them fall off the charts like a brick

Talking that true MC kid keep it real shit

See, I love to freestyle but if I can't get paid

At the end of the day I'm like "No comprende"

'Cause if keeping it real is being broke

Fuck this rap shit, I'm going back to full time slanging dope

Laughing at these ****, swearing they the bomb

Working on their fourth album, still living with moms

Three strikes you're out, pack yo' shit, shake

Stick to flipping burgers and making mix tapes

'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make sense

And apparently them freestyles ain't paying the rent

So I'mma let you other motherfuckers keep it real broke

And in the meanwhile WC gon' keep it Rich Rollin'

Rich rollin'

Never strollin'

Heater holdin'

We's rollin'

She know it , he know It

We rollin'

She showin'

And y'all can't hang, 'till you're grippin on your thangs