Rolex Rulez lyrics

Yes, yes, yes, uh!
Balla sh*t, n*gga
Timer sh*t n*gga
(Regime sh*t baby)
Flossy sh*t, boi!
(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)
Rolex Rulez
Check it, we rock big jew-els an sh*t, big karats an Baggets an sh*t
Mutha f*ckas be starrin, n*ggas packin big thangs too n*gga
Uh

Verse 1

I started off wit heata sh*t
Carry a nine millameter sh*t
Rolex on my wrist
Never f*ckin wit Geneve sh*t
(playboy whats Geneve sh*t?)
Somethin like 20 g's cheaper sh*t
Tryin to pawn this sh*t, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the sh*t
Look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie
What the f*ck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake Rollie
I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie
The Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie
The type of sh*t a theif won't even attempt to take Rollie
Go out on a date, start makin b*tches hate Rollie
Now pump yo brakes homie
Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant
Rolex wear outside
"Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut
Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech
Rolex under my sleve n*gga
To each n*gga playa hatin, I make you mutha f*ckas bleed quicka
I read n*ggas
Look in my eyes an die slowly
Meet my four-five
n*ggas done died fo a Rollie
I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
My four-five told me, that sh*t that crucify homies
If I didn't, got so many down n*ggas ready to ride fo me
Die fo me
Eye fo an eye homie
That's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie n*gga
Rolex Rulez
Chorus *(Phats Bossalini)* 2x

Well an n*gga wit the Rolex on
You best believe he packin Stretch Armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on
Listen

Verse 2

To all my real playas
Throw yo Rollie's in the sky
Wave 'em side to side
Then keep yo four-five caulked to ride
So many mutha f*ckas done died
Tryin to steal a Rolex watch
Especially tryin to steal mines
I remember the day I bought my first watch
The turfs hot
Slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop
Raise n*ggas off the block who turf hop
Juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first
Spot
I'm wet
Cash the check, grab the tech an jet
10 G's in my pocket headed straight to Spence
I want my sh*t all baggets
But it cost too much
Had to f*ck wit somethin less
Ain't tryin to floss too much
A straight gold Presidential
No diamonds down the wrist
Princess cabezel
You know
That's small timer sh*t
But f*ck that!
I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match
Stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring sh*t back
Exchange? Yes!
Give up the chain an gain a Rolex
Drop some G's
It's juss like property so invest
An if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress
Pawn yo sh*t, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
That's big timer sh*t
White colla sh*t, so I jet
I see some n*ggas casin the set
Hangin out by my Lex
I grab the mutha f*ckin Tech 9
The first time, I get to hear that mutha f*cka scream an whine
Rolex Rulez!
*(chorus)* 2x

Uh, to all my real playas, n*gga, uh
Smoke-A-Lot up in this b*tch
Regime sh*t, uh
Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that sh*t up under yo sleve
Haha. Cuz n*ggas tryin to get us
But I keep big heats, n*gga. Uh
How many holes you want in yo ass?
BLOW-BLOW!
1, 2, or 3? n*gga what?
BLOW-BLOW!
Back the f*ck up n*gga. We do our thang, Rolex Rulez
I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna
Or you will get flatlined
Done deal