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I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls Don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled (Ain't nothin' like the resto, you rollin' with the besto Rollin' up the best smoke, blowin' out the best ho) I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls Don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled (Ain't nothin' like the resto, you rollin' with the besto Rollin' up the best smoke, blowin' out the best ho) Doin' a hundred through the desert Yeah my car come from the past, you could call it a time machine Cause it's right here in the present In the game and I got leverage Ain't the same as none of you niggas If I was close to you I would be ashamed of you Get a hundred mill's what I came to do I guess all this money look lame to you So I spend it on shoppin', all of this shit that I'm coppin' Don't even go to the store, my outfit it ain't even droppin' Pedal to the floor, smokin' in my new SS Seen a lot of bumps on the road to success But that ain't stop a nigga from cruisin' up Pullin' weed out the ashtray, cuttin' the music up Smokin', chillin' Used to be underground but now we on top of the building Letras de canciones I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls Don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled (Ain't nothin' like the resto, you rollin' with the besto Rollin' up the best smoke, blowin' out the best ho) I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls Don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled (Ain't nothin' like the resto, you rollin' with the besto Rollin' up the best smoke, blowin' out the best ho) Never had a limit, small face spender Everything was cashed out, I ain't ever rented Round bag sinner, shawty love a winner Beat that pussy up, now that pussy trinny Pull up in the dealer lookin' like a dealer Yellow nigga, high as shit, five hundred milla Meet me on it, then you gotta step the bill up Winter time, hoodie on, drop chinchilla Lookin' like a killer Used to hit the block, fiends lookin' like thriller Shooter like Miller, na I mean Billa Pull up in the Porsche, bad bitch talkin' 'bout 500 horses Started from the bottom, nigga was a filler Now you need my name so your show could fill up Keep my cup fill up, black car the Filla Nigga small-talkin', tell 'em put a mill up I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls Don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled From Letras Mania