"Ring Around The Rolls" lyrics
Rick Ross & YFN Lucci Lyrics
Real nigga music
You know the fuck goin'
Maybach music
You know every day a celebration, nigga
Look at all the shit we've been through, look how far we came, nigga
You know we gon' keep poppin' bottles
We gon' keep gettin' this money
Type shit, slow it down
Huh, look
Never spoon-fed but always shared my bread
Even at a young age, I was too ahead, look
I was at my lowest, but I held my head
Sharpest nigga in the room and the toolshed, look
Flow so immaculate, you should see what I battle with
I was in the back of a paddy wagon shackled and shit
Now I spend three hundred stacks to sit in the back of it
Maybachin' it, huh, how I'm backin' in
Hot nigga, givin' bitches the cold shoulder
I might pour a pint up, and only you afford sodas
Ten properties, three beds, and there's one owner
I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan
Choke hold her, bad bitch'll eat hoes, and
I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded
No Trojan, since a kid, I been chosen
Plus I been a player since Ring Around the Rolls, and
Huh, and nowadays I might pull up playin' Ring Around the Rosies
Four Cullinan truck, all doors open
Half a ticket on me, I ain't know nothing, I can fold it
Look, bad bitch'll keep my clothes folded
She keep her hair in a bun, I keep my gun loaded
.9 millimeter, she my fine mamacita, I can't
Lie, she a keeper, that's probably why I won't leave her
All she know is Patek Philippe, never met Geneva
You askin' why they always shoppin' with me, 'cause I get 'em cheaper
I can turn a nun to a Chrisean and an eater, huh
I can turn a hood rat bum into a diva
Big pleaser, more cars than Vin Diesel
I can buy like twenty Ferraris with this Visa
Rich people only party with rich people
That's your bitch? Keep her, you don't want her? Me neither
Gun battles and drop tops, we celebrate
I'm at the jeweler, we switchin' up new ones every day
Being jealous of women, that's where we separate
Time bomb is destined for me to detonate, boom
Many rats in this bitch, time to clear the room
Either pray for your nigga or let the trigger do 'em
You been hateful of homies since it was middle school
I've been grateful to get it just 'cause you wouldn't do it
Rolls-Royce with Mansory all in the roof
Four doors, I told Nino go get the coupe
I be callin' the shots really, like when it shoot
I been talkin' to blocks, nigga, since it was true
All these fuck nigga on the Epstein list
When I just wanna get my whole team rich
The bust down Cuban with the clean chips
Gunplay actin' like I ain't mean shit
But I bounce back, triple beam shit
Black Porsche, top down, and a wing lift
Bitch nigga, one round, that's a remix
Six figures, hundred rounds on the defense
Ten properties, three beds, and there's one owner
I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan
Choke hold her, bad bitch'll eat hoes, and
I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded
No Trojan, since a kid, I been chosen
Plus I been a player since Ring Around the Rolls, and
You know the fuck goin'
Maybach music
You know every day a celebration, nigga
Look at all the shit we've been through, look how far we came, nigga
You know we gon' keep poppin' bottles
We gon' keep gettin' this money
Type shit, slow it down
Huh, look
Never spoon-fed but always shared my bread
Even at a young age, I was too ahead, look
I was at my lowest, but I held my head
Sharpest nigga in the room and the toolshed, look
Flow so immaculate, you should see what I battle with
I was in the back of a paddy wagon shackled and shit
Now I spend three hundred stacks to sit in the back of it
Maybachin' it, huh, how I'm backin' in
Hot nigga, givin' bitches the cold shoulder
I might pour a pint up, and only you afford sodas
Ten properties, three beds, and there's one owner
I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan
Choke hold her, bad bitch'll eat hoes, and
I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded
No Trojan, since a kid, I been chosen
Plus I been a player since Ring Around the Rolls, and
Huh, and nowadays I might pull up playin' Ring Around the Rosies
Four Cullinan truck, all doors open
Half a ticket on me, I ain't know nothing, I can fold it
Look, bad bitch'll keep my clothes folded
She keep her hair in a bun, I keep my gun loaded
.9 millimeter, she my fine mamacita, I can't
Lie, she a keeper, that's probably why I won't leave her
All she know is Patek Philippe, never met Geneva
You askin' why they always shoppin' with me, 'cause I get 'em cheaper
I can turn a nun to a Chrisean and an eater, huh
I can turn a hood rat bum into a diva
Big pleaser, more cars than Vin Diesel
I can buy like twenty Ferraris with this Visa
Rich people only party with rich people
That's your bitch? Keep her, you don't want her? Me neither
Gun battles and drop tops, we celebrate
I'm at the jeweler, we switchin' up new ones every day
Being jealous of women, that's where we separate
Time bomb is destined for me to detonate, boom
Many rats in this bitch, time to clear the room
Either pray for your nigga or let the trigger do 'em
You been hateful of homies since it was middle school
I've been grateful to get it just 'cause you wouldn't do it
Rolls-Royce with Mansory all in the roof
Four doors, I told Nino go get the coupe
I be callin' the shots really, like when it shoot
I been talkin' to blocks, nigga, since it was true
All these fuck nigga on the Epstein list
When I just wanna get my whole team rich
The bust down Cuban with the clean chips
Gunplay actin' like I ain't mean shit
But I bounce back, triple beam shit
Black Porsche, top down, and a wing lift
Bitch nigga, one round, that's a remix
Six figures, hundred rounds on the defense
Ten properties, three beds, and there's one owner
I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan
Choke hold her, bad bitch'll eat hoes, and
I don't give a fuck if she married, she gettin' folded
No Trojan, since a kid, I been chosen
Plus I been a player since Ring Around the Rolls, and
