[Chorus]
So I can hold the Roley up
Bounce
You know, we gotta be like the pioneers of this shit, you know I’m sayin’?
So I can hold the Roley up
I be tryna tell n***as, man
Live Forever to ’97 Roc-A-Fella, you hear me?
So I can hold the Roley up
You know, I was gettin’ geechi back in 2011
So- so- so I can hold the Roley up
When these n***as was still in the Go-Go’s
Takin’, takin' boof cakes and shit, you know I’m sayin’?
So I can hold the Roley up
I’ma show these n***as how to do it though
So- so- so I can hold the Roley up
Check it out

[Verse 1]
I'll get you hip, givin' hoes life-scripts, I got the manual
Your bitch a cannibal, she hit me up without the camera crew
I'm all about checks and good sex, I gets the annual
My flow will damage you, pimpin' abundant, I command a few
Came to get raunchy, 'cause I'm dressed in Givenchy
Hit your ho in some Fendi, you can never offend me
Don't tempt, 'cause I'm simply layin' hoes' lives empty
Invincible emcee, bitches, mackin' just in me
I came to collect, the connect, I gets the money
Most of it's from my sermon, the rest is from your honey
Bitch, I'm live and direct, I project, ain't nun' funny
Wrap it up like a turban, break it down for the dummies
Believe, I don't stunt, I regulate in the front
Lay the ism on wax, I bet that shit gon' bump
Tell your ho to relax, I know your man's in the slump
I keep my paper in intact, they know my strip gon' pump
So, Roley's up, G
[Chorus]
So I can hold the Roley up
Same shit, different day, you know?
So- so- so I can hold the Roley up
See, I was one of the first n***as round my way
You know I’m sayin’?
So I can hold the Roley up
With the top dropped Oceanside, you dig? I was on the Westcoast
So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up
N***as had droptop Benz and shit, Camaros and shit
So I can hold the Roley up
So- so- so I can hold the Roley up
Shoutout all my Polynesian bitches though, you know?
So I can hold the Roley up
All my Mediterranean bitches out there
You know how we get down
So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up

[Verse 2]
Well, it's the infamous, prediculous, mackin' significant
Intricate plot to get knots, clockin’ my dividends (My dividends)
I bust fresh raps to get my respect
Type of classy with jewels, got 30-karats on deck
The mic I’m rippin’ (Rip), kick shit for bitches, martini sippin’ (Martini sip)
Smell the sauce, some Sergio Tacchini flippin’
Flossin’ the ambiance, y'all n***as just rhyme
Geechi that but the Don, around my arm be a dime
In my prime, I can’t miss, pimpin’ hoes like this (Uh huh)
This your walk-a-thon, baby, make them butt cheeks switch (Mhm)
Tell a trick to, "Get back, ‘less you're spendin’ some racks"
‘Cause it’s the end of the fiscal, ho, I need to relax
And hold my Roley up, bitch
[Chorus]
So I can hold the Roley up
How you gon’ feel, you in the club with your bitch
So- so- so I can hold the Roley up
You know, you think you fly, you got on your MARGIELA sneakers
So I can hold the Roley up
Your Burberry shirt, your Fendi belt or whatever
So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up
You know what I’m sayin’? Your fake VS diamonds
So I can hold the Roley up
I come in that bitch with a Perry Ellis fleece, vintage shit
So- so- so I could hold the Roley up
You dig what I’m sayin’? 30-karat around my neck
So I can hold the Roley up
Straight gold, straight gold
So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up

[Outro]
She lift up my shirt, she see a Live Forever tee
I’m like, “Bitch, I’m a business,” you dig what I’m sayin'?
Fresh Air Max sneakers on
You in the club, prolly poppin’ bottles and shit
Stuntin’ ‘em in that motherfucker with a Henny and Coke
Your bitch hop on my dick right then and there
Whole time, you pulled up in a Camry tonight, ha
These imaginary n***as, man