[Verse]
Gettin' money when I come through, man
Thought I told y'all I don't play, ayy
Ain't nothin' but W's, man
I ain't takin no L's, no way, no way
Big bands, yeah, I'm thumbin' through 'em, man
In the back of the CLA, ayy
Dime piece in the front row, man
And you know that she thinkin' 'bout me, 'bout me
Yeah, the fans come first and the paper come next
How I turn the flow to a check, ayy
Now I'm in a Rolls with a bad brunette
I'ma make the girl sing like a string quartet
Fly by, wintertime, on a snowmobile
Gettin' high with a dime, man, this shit's surreal
Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill
She rock Christian Dior and stiletto heels, ooh
Yeah, so pour it up and watch it bubble
Real big bands in a Louis V duffle
Whatever y'all smoke, man, I smoke double
Whatever y'all spending, I spend double, like fuck 'em
Got a couple bottles in the bucket
Ice cold champagne really not nothin', that's nothing
Go on, check the numbers, I crush it
Pretty boy swag got the whole game muggin'
I know you got some shit that you goin' through
But dawg, you is way too emotional
I'm just a kid makin' beats
Don't play yourself takin' me way too seriously
Lil' bitch, I'm out of your league, I'm moving seats
I turnt your bitch to a freak
Shawty gon' roll up my weed, she roll up my weed
Like twenty-four seven a week
And all this rappin' shit, been on some practice shit
I'm self-produced, now who the fuck is laughin', bitch?
Who the fuck is in the stu' when you track your shit?
I'm in the bedroom right now, crack the swish
Can't put the mic down, man, I had to spit
I ain't really had a choice, man, I had to hit
I'm sleeping California king size mattresses
I smash this shit, you know I'm straight cashin' bitch, ooh
[Chorus]
Roll my dope, whip on cruise control
Let's get high, lay low, yeah, roll my dope
Stacking up my C-notes
Countin' up my pesos
In the studio, somewhere in Tokyo
Champagne overflow
I'ma roll my dope with the whip on cruise control
Got the whip on cruise control
Roll my dope, whip on cruise control
Let's get high, lay low, yeah, roll my dope
Stacking up my C-notes
Countin' up my pesos
In the studio, somewhere in Tokyo
Champagne overflow
I'ma roll my dope with the whip on cruise control
Got the whip on cruise control