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[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 bitch 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’mma spend some racks Turn round back and a brick squad tat Taz brought it back but it still don’t pass Push that Jag with a bag of cash All this stash, and I hope it lasts And I’ve never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast I ain’t even know you was rich like that How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that? How the hell a nigga got a watch like that? How a nigga face to face with some shit 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, nigga, they’re curipus nigga These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga Don’t see it, nigga, can’t hear them niggas Letras de cancionesDon’t stand there, and don’t feel them nigga I’m the trill nigga since a lil nigga Only difference got it bigger, nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga, 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 bitch 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, fuck 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, fucking up a chick Real street nigga, I ain’t gotta flex I can count a mil, don’t break a sweat That iced out rollie got a pussy wet Got your little brother throwing up the set Got your lil sister throwing up the set Waka Flocka Flame! [Interlude] Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang You a broke nigga, kill 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 bitch step it up If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up) From Letras Mania