Roll Up, Poe Up 8Ball (Ft. Bhav & Young Dolph)

[Bridge: 8Ball]
My pocket full of them hundreds
Finna roll up this weed
All my bitches they got bitches
And all my weed come with no seeds

[Chorus: 8Ball]
Roll up, roll up, roll up… (This your boy Premro)
Poe up, poe up, poe up… (Yeah)
Roll up, roll up, roll up… (Premro 2)
Poe up, poe up, poe up…

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Yeaaah !
I’m pulled up with my bad bitch
Ice cross, Styrofoam, never plastic
Flying through the country like the dukes of hazard
My mom & dad weren’t married, guess I’m a fat bastard
But hoes love it, but I hate them ho that do too much
I don’t wonder this shit 'bout
Who you know & who you fuck
That’s not my business
I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with yo' jaw bone
Get yours, get mine
Then we can blow some shit on
Lionel Richie, all night long
Pop a rolling stone
Under my hat, that’s my home
Deep, never no fake shit come between my lips
My nig'
Fuck all haters