Rolly Up Gucci Mane (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame & Young Scooter)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Hold ya Rollie up, hold ya Rollie up
If you’ve got a Rollie then hold it up
If you ain’t got a Rollie then step it up
If you got a Rollie then keep it up
Hold ya Rollie up, hold ya Rollie up
If you’ve got a Rollie then hold it up
If you ain’t got a Rollie then step it up
If you got a Rollie then keep it up
Hold ya Rollie up, hold ya Rollie up
If you’ve got a Rollie then hold it up
If you ain’t got a Rollie then step it up
If you got a Rollie then keep it up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Since my money fat I’m throwin stacks
Patron shots I’m throwin back
We look good, I’mma spend some racks
Turn round back and a brick squad tat
Taz brought it back but it still don’t pass
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And I’ve never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast
I ain’t even know you was rich like that
How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that?
How the hell a nigga got a watch like that?
How a nigga face to face with some shit like that?
Better have a mil, we’ve been like that
Tell the hoes how the goose is like that
Whole clique, rock ‘n’ roll looks like that
Got chick like this, so we flex like that
I’m serious, nigga, they’re curious nigga
These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga
Don’t see it, nigga, can’t hear them niggas
Don’t stand there, and don’t feel them nigga
I’m the trill nigga since a lil nigga
Only difference got it bigger, nigga
She a eye catcher let the car catch her
But it’s chainless so let the watch go