Rollin Around Travis Porter

[Chorus: Strap & Quez]
I'm rollin around
Just a night on the town
I’m sippin on brown
Diamonds dancing around
Yeah, we smoke out the pound
Putting on for the town
I'm rollin around
I'm hoppin out that Phantom
These ryms and Rolexes, nigga, welcome to Atlanta
I’m rollin around
Rollin, riding down [?]
I'm squatting on them Forgies, make them shortys go bananas

[Verse 1: Strap]
Hoppin out that Phantom
Sippin on that lean
Bad bitch named Anna
Had to put her on the team
Pretty young thing
Girl, you look like a model
Diamonds in my ring
And diamonds on my collar
Maseratis and Raris
Bennahanas, Habocci
Taking trips to Fips
Fuck it, buying out Versace
Switching whips to whips
[?] hop in the Audi
I just flew in shawty, she came from D.C
And all she blow is gas, I keep it like D.P
I told her to meet me
The room on Peach Tree
It's cool if you keep it secret, the room is 803
Put on them Vickey's Secrets, lay down, just wait on me