Roll One - Rich Homie Quan, Gucci Mane

Baby, you so fly, I gotta let you know something

Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something

Page one of them corner boys, them young niggas don’t know nun

Top grade marijuana, baby, I just wanna smoke something

Can you roll one?

Tell me, can you roll one?

Can you roll one?

Tell me, can you roll one?

Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something

I gotta let you know something, I’m gon' let you hold something

Copped two girls look just like you and we gon' have a foursome

I got so much dro to roll, I think I wanna roll one

I ain’t none of these average joe, respect the fact, got cabbage, ho

I ain’t no horse and carriage, ho, I’m not with no marriage, ho

Gucci Mane go Macho Man on a bitch, Randy Savage

If you sicker than a big dick then Big Guwop got the antidote

Diamonds on my pinky finger, same size as a cantaloupe

just like a antelope

Gucci Mane just cuttin' down trees, you don’t know, bitch, call Geronimo

This money got me ten times more swagged out than I was a month ago

And this paper got me too turnt up, just blasted off a blunt ago

I turn Cassie to a nasty ho, Rihanna to a classy ho

Get you out them panties, lay you on that sofa

It’s just like a sandwich, come and eat this cold cut

Baby girl feelin' herself, hands on her hips like «So what?»

Swear to God she bent down for too long, it’s time to go up

Lil money, bitch, it’s time to grow up

Get to grindin', grab the weed, get the blunts and roll up

Them club owners know what’s up, them girls wanna roll with us

They love how we showin' up, show up, big faces, throw up

Me and Gucci brought cash to the club

Smokin' out the bag in the club

Hold on, gotta gas in the club

Rich Homie bitch got the fattest ass in the club

Niggas mad in the club

Bitch

We gon' pull up last to the club

Me and Meech still passin' on girls

Drivin' with money, got cash in the car, shawty

Gucci ain’t poppin', he think that he poppin'

That arrogant, ugly lil' son of a bitch

Swear that he fresh and he think that he rich

I’m gon' try hit every car that he get

Pardon my pimpin', man, pardon my pimpin'

Man, pardon my pimpin', excuse my fish

Come out the hip, shoot off the rip

Pick the grip up, man, I’m coming equipped

Pity the fool, pity the fool

Get a when I’m late on the rent

Straight in, can’t see past the tint

Lay in your britches, I’m pitching a tent

Yes, I admit, broke as a bitch

No window to throw out a pot and the piss

Bright as a bitch, pardon my French

My Rollie is yellow so pardon the piss

I’m talking to Tony, I told you you monkey

I warned you and warned you, now pay me me money

I’ll make you regret that you came to my country

What would possess you to play with me money?

from monday to monday

Sunday to sunday, friday to thursday

Run up on me, you thought you was splurging

Hit in the head and in need of a surgeon