Versuri Rick Ross & YFN Lucci – Ring And The Rolls lyrics
[Intro: YFN Lucci]
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
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
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
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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)
[Outro]
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)
