Ring Around The Rolls (feat. YFN Lucci) lyrics

Real nigga music Know the fuck goin' on (Maybach Music, huh, huh) You know every day a celebration, nigga Look at all the shit we been through, look how far we came, nigga (huh, huh) You know we gon' keep poppin' bottles We gon' keep gettin' this money Can't shit slow us down Huh, look Never spoon-fed, but I always share my bread Even at a young age, I was two ahead Look, I was at my lowest, but I held my head Sharpest nigga in the room and the tool shed 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, hang back in it, look Hot nigga givin' bitches the cold shoulder I might pour a pint up and only use four sodas Huh, ten properties, three businesses, one owner I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan Choke holdin', bad bitches 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've been a player since ring around the rosies, look Eight out there, I might pull up playin' ring around the rosies Four color-matchin' trucks, all doors open Half a ticket on me, ain't no knot I can't fold it, look Bad bitches keep my clothes folded She keep her hair in a bun, I keep my gun loaded Nine millimeter, she my fine mamacita I can't lie, she a keeper, that probably why I won't leave her Look, all she know is Patek Philippe, never met Geneva You askin' why they always shoppin' with me, 'cause I get 'em cheaper, look I can turn a nun to a Chrisean and a eater, huh I can turn a hood rat bum into a diva, look Bitch 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 niggas or let the trigger do 'em You been hateful, lil homie, since it was middle school I've been grateful to get it just 'cause you wouldn't do it Rolls Wraith with Mansory all in the roof Four doors, I told Nino go get the coupe I be callin' the shots really like when to shoot I been top of the block, niggas, since it was true All these fuck niggas 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 the wing lift Bitch nigga, one round, that's a remix Six figures, hunnid rounds on the defense (on the defense) Oh, oh (ooh-ooh) Oh, oh Huh, ten properties, three businesses, one owner I be really slammin' these bitches like Hulk Hogan Choke holdin', bad bitches 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've been a player since ring around the rosies, look Eight out there, I might pull up playin' ring around the rosies Plus, I've been a player since ring around the rosies, look (Maybach Music)