Rollin Lyrics By Cardi B
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Them comers comin'
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Them comers comin' quick
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your **** got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline, I'm center stage
I don't even get involved with it
If it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money, then it's "Poof, be gone"
Steal your man with my doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
24 karat, my grills
I do what I want, bitch, fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on nails
I pull in that foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Them comers comin'
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Them comers comin' quick
Look, I'm not a rider chick, I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, ****
'Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a homegirl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They goin' tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
Dominican Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my **** commissary
If I want somethin', it's "Whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, I'm tell 'em check the closet
Hear you fuckin' for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Them comers comin'
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Them comers comin'
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
And I love that shit
Rollin
Rollin
Rollin
