Rolly Up lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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 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 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

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
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 b*tch, suck di*k so fast
I ain’t even know you was rich like that
How the hell a n*gga pull a b*tch like that?
How the hell a n*gga got a watch like that?
How a n*gga face to face with some sh*t 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, n*gga, they’re curious n*gga
These thugs have a b*tch delirious n*gga
Don’t see it, n*gga, can’t hear them n*ggas
Don’t stand there, and don’t feel them n*gga
I’m the trill n*gga since a lil n*gga
Only difference got it bigger, n*gga
She a eye catcher let the car catch her
But it’s chainless so let the watch go
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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 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

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
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 n*gga for a check and bought a white Porsche
Bought a gold Rollie just to match the dope
You want a Yacht Master, know your mathematics
Hold your rollie up if you a real trapper
I’m not a real rapper, I’ve got a real check
Real street n*gga with a Rolex

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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 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
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
There’s a plan, masterpiece, no AP
64 Gs told 'em, "freeze me"
My diamonds kick it, Jet Li
I’m balling hard, no referee
Brought Presi watches for the homies
Crime pay, f*ck police
Came a long way from that Benny
Getting topped off of my Bentley!
It’s a Daytona, no Hublot
Got a pink slip, no car note
I’m balling hard, f*cking up a check
Real street n*gga, I ain’t gotta flex
I can count a mil, don’t break a sweat
That iced out Rollie got her pus*y wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!

[Interlude: Waka Flocka Flame]
Drunker than a motherf*cker screaming Rolex gang
If you own a Rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke n*gga, kill yourself – Kurt Cobain
Squad!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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 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