Rolling Loud lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the Sun never rise and go
How hard the diamonds shinin' on him
I don't wanna go
Yeah the VVS', oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin' through the racks and a n*gga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money, lil' b*tch (Money, lil' b*tch)
Hundred-round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These b*tches be suckin' and swallowin' di*k
I swear I can't trust 'em for sh*t (Trust 'em for sh*t)
Know that's a dusty lil' b*tch (Dusty lil' b*tch)
Know that's a dusty lil' b*tch
Rollin' up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin' at us (Lookin' at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that b*tch shakin' ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't tryna die no time soon, they say life too short (No, no, no)
That's only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin' else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna f*ck on me, she suck a lil' somethin'
She swallowin' all of my n*ggas (For nothin')
Ain't droppin' no dime
I swear to God, b*tch, I'll do the time for all of my n*ggas (My slimes)
Okay, way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger (Trigger)
[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money, lil' b*tch (Money, lil' b*tch)
Hundred-round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These b*tches be suckin' and swallowin' di*k
I swear I can't trust 'em for sh*t (Trust 'em for sh*t)
Know that's a dusty lil' b*tch (A dusty lil' b*tch)
Know that's a dusty lil' b*tch
Rollin' up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (I can smell it)
When they was lookin' at us (Why you lookin' at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (It was unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don't wanna do no more of that codeine
I'll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex (No way), she say she want Rolex (Yeah)
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don't play with us, this sh*t get disrespectful
Beat the b*tch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna f*ck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil' b*tch ain't never been before ('Fore)
Uh, I got a thick lil' ho from Idaho, and
I don't know what the f*ck she got goin' on, this sh*t so potent (So potent)
I'm rollin', rollin', I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', locomotion ('Motion)
I got a .40, I'll hold this b*tch and shoot it at you people (You people)
[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money, lil' b*tch (Money, lil' b*tch)
Hundred-round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These b*tches be suckin' and swallowin' di*k
I swear I can't trust 'em for sh*t (Trust 'em for sh*t)
Know that's a dusty lil' b*tch (A dusty lil' b*tch)
Know that's a dusty lil' b*tch (Ah)
Rollin' up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin' at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon' get f*cked from the di*k by the back and go get you the Rolex (Roll)
She want the Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young n*gga World, Young n*gga Ways
World, Young n*gga Ways