Cyril de Newme - Picture Me Rollin' Lyrics

You niggas picture me Rollin'
They gon to know I ain't joking
Whole lotta squad now vibrating
I still drippin bitch I'm frossin'
I can't stand fake ass bitches, lying bitch ass niggas and punk ass snitches
She like keep tha' cash coming
I'm like keep tha' ass jumping
I bought new Christian louboutin that's whole lotta gang sh**
Them for dawg punk ass bitches and chase these papers
I ain't gonna look trashy bitch
I'm always classy bitch
Designer to the ground can barely spell the names
Drippin Gucci sneaks, Rolex on my wrist
Icey chain on my neck, racks on my jeans...
Too Rich for the bitch
Somedays I'm humble
Somedays I struggle
Errday I hustle
We hustle bitch we ain't tripping
Call up the gang tha' I'm trapping
This shits ain't codeine we Dreaming
Uptown vibes since we've been ballin

Making money on the street with my top dawgs
No bitches onna side feeling like a boss
Smoke shits, get money go get the Glock
Picture me Rollin in a benz like 2pac
Top looking down pull up in a maybach
If ain't money what the f*ck you here for, coz bad bitches respect tha' dollar bill
I want a brand new Royce and bad bitches
Sucking on me on my bed f*ck you niqqa
Life yall comes down to a priority
These luxuries ain't cheap unless you get the bag
Flashy lifestyle, but I had a price
Couple niggas wanna flex jumping out the face
Lord forgive me for my sins still on my knees
Bitches wanna mingle f*ck tha' whole scene
Uptown Vibes since we've been ballin

We Started From the bottom
Now imma heading to the top
I'm Ballin with my Niggas
I don't f*ck with you

They told us we wont make it
Buh Keeping sh** on the low
Always chasing my Dreams
Never cappin' on street (Street... street)

For real nigga'... we ain't cappin' on street
You kno' I mean, we ain't gonna look trashy, never my niggas...
For real you dig...