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Prin$e Albert - Rolls Lyrics



Prin$e Albert - Rolls Lyrics




I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor

I'm tryna make like a billion (a billi)
My diamonds look like chameleon
All of my homies be killin' it
All of my shoes is Italian
Mafia coming from Cali, aye
F*ck up a president rally, aye
Saving the papers for bitches, aye
F*ck with a blunt in the allie
Making a Benjamin, yeah yeah
No button ahead of him, yeah yeah
Only get younger, yeah yeah
Spicy like cinnamon, yeah yeah
I don't be f*cking for free, yeah
I stay f*cked up in my dreams, yeah
I'ma just turn on the camera
Baby let's shoot me a scene, yeah
I don't need a lawyer, got a Jew to beat the case
She don't need to wear no shit, but she still gone beat her face
I ain't gonna do that shit you want 'cause I don't see my place
I'ma stick with trapping, rapping, flipping up my frito-lays

I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor

I want a zip of the cookie
You gone get hit if you looking
Bitch I'm a pro, you a rookie
But no one ever gone book me
You know I'm hot like a pepper
Chili chips, no Chester
Got the bottle, done blessed her
Got my girl, undressed her
Bitch I want me a Bugatti, aye
Riding around playing Mozzy, aye
Coogi my sweater all on me, aye
But we no f*ck with Bill Cosby, aye
Bitch I'm balling Johnny Sins
Rick Owens on my shins
Buy another pint of purp
Pussy boy give your ins
I'm in it (yeah, holdup)
I been the type to bust in with a wood
Pull up in Rick and I show 'em what's good
I'm way too faded, I put on my hood
Cops running by with they gun in my face
I don't even see 'em I'm in outer space
Man I just told you I ran out of shake
Next time we gone have to rent out the place
Y'all clones differentiate
Ice on me, it refrigerate
Ten joints we incinerate
Too slumped, I'ma hibernate
Fake diamonds on me dancing
Color off, take my chances
Long sex like tantric
Smoke grande like Spanish

I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor

I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
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I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor

I'm tryna make like a billion (a billi)
My diamonds look like chameleon
All of my homies be killin' it
All of my shoes is Italian
Mafia coming from Cali, aye
F*ck up a president rally, aye
Saving the papers for bitches, aye
F*ck with a blunt in the allie
Making a Benjamin, yeah yeah
No button ahead of him, yeah yeah
Only get younger, yeah yeah
Spicy like cinnamon, yeah yeah
I don't be f*cking for free, yeah
I stay f*cked up in my dreams, yeah
I'ma just turn on the camera
Baby let's shoot me a scene, yeah
I don't need a lawyer, got a Jew to beat the case
She don't need to wear no shit, but she still gone beat her face
I ain't gonna do that shit you want 'cause I don't see my place
I'ma stick with trapping, rapping, flipping up my frito-lays

I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor

I want a zip of the cookie
You gone get hit if you looking
Bitch I'm a pro, you a rookie
But no one ever gone book me
You know I'm hot like a pepper
Chili chips, no Chester
Got the bottle, done blessed her
Got my girl, undressed her
Bitch I want me a Bugatti, aye
Riding around playing Mozzy, aye
Coogi my sweater all on me, aye
But we no f*ck with Bill Cosby, aye
Bitch I'm balling Johnny Sins
Rick Owens on my shins
Buy another pint of purp
Pussy boy give your ins
I'm in it (yeah, holdup)
I been the type to bust in with a wood
Pull up in Rick and I show 'em what's good
I'm way too faded, I put on my hood
Cops running by with they gun in my face
I don't even see 'em I'm in outer space
Man I just told you I ran out of shake
Next time we gone have to rent out the place
Y'all clones differentiate
Ice on me, it refrigerate
Ten joints we incinerate
Too slumped, I'ma hibernate
Fake diamonds on me dancing
Color off, take my chances
Long sex like tantric
Smoke grande like Spanish

I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor

I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
I want a Rolls
Get the money and go
Pour up a four
Gucci my coat
I'm tryna smoke
Don't open the door
All night at the show
Wake up on the floor
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Writer: Weatherford Kjellberg
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Performed By: Prin$e Albert
Length: 3:33
Written by: Weatherford Kjellberg

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