HIGHROLLER (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jehu Samuels/Darold Brown/Arkele Brown/Scotty Lavell Coleman/Jacobi Aiken/E. McCaine/C. Slater

Composed by：Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jehu Samuels/Darold Brown/Arkele Brown/Scotty Lavell Coleman/Jacobi Aiken/E. McCaine/C. Slater

Produced by：Boi-1da/Coleman/Jacobi

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Blowin' money fast but we ride slow Skrrt

This lifestyle we live to die for so bullets is hollows

Ain't no tellin' how it might go

Shooters hoppin' out with the mask

Watch his whole life flash it's a slideshow

Every day is a dice roll might get his head cracked

**** ain't playin' fair tryna make his bread back

They go crazy when they cee-lo green

When you get the hot hand that kill they self-esteem

Street dreams are made of these

My uncle's whip just got seized for a hundred keys

Couldn't believe it when I heard the news

Though I always knew that the hustler spirit is in my blood

Just a different path I had to choose

I'm havin' it my way ain't playin' by the rules

Real player in the game could give you a pointer or two

Said when the odds against you what you gon' do?

Gotta keep a winner's attitude or else you bound to lose

Ooh girl I wanna know

Girl I'm 'bout that dollar

Baby when I call you

You know that I mean it babe

I need it babe

Girl I started from the bottom

But I fell harder

Baby when I see your face

Let me fix your problems

Lil' baby wanna touch my pockets

Tell me

What you want I'ma cop it

I oughta tell you baby

It's yours it's yours

We just tryna thrive 'cause all we know is survival

Livin' in the concrete jungle had to be tribal

Basic instincts my second nature is primal

Any sign of a rival dead on arrival

Every day my **** gon' pray hand on the Bible

On these streets seen false prophets and false idols

Lotta **** claimin' they king and lost titles

Lotta queens got they ass set up 'cause they was liable

I'm breathin' new life in the game it's a revival

Left me no choice to take your spot it was rightful

Life is a ***** and she back on her cycle

Can't stop till the chips I stacked tall as the Eiffel

My attitude's spiteful my vision is insightful

Only downfall at times I'm too prideful

I'm the king of poppin' **** but I ain't Michael

The bag's so long look like I'm packin' a rifle

Ooh girl I wanna know

Girl I'm 'bout that dollar

Baby when I call you

You know that I mean it babe

I need it babe

Girl I started from the bottom

But I fell harder

Baby when I see your face

Let me fix your problems

Lil' baby wanna touch my pockets

Tell me

What you want I'ma cop it

I oughta tell you baby

It's yours it's yours

Came a long ways only wanted that

You was ****** with them drug dealers out there sellin' packs

Had to let my money stack

Start to rap got up in my bag had to doubleback

Now I'm a star hit you in that sweet with that honey pack

Unwrap them bums clap while them guns clap

Shooutouts in your hood while I'm in it I'm still gon' come back

I'm with all the smoke I'ma hit it until my lungs black

Then you poke it out I'ma stick it just like a thumbtack woo

Joking like you don't want that

I want you to lick it until your tongue chapped

Them diamonds be hittin' under Burberry mittens

Baguette cut to precision so you ain't get the vision

I been on a mission

Copped you a new Patti LaBelle that's a new edition

Maybach color Bobby Brown this the new addition

Ooh girl I wanna know

Girl I'm 'bout that dollar

Baby when I call you

You know that I mean it babe

I need it babe

Girl I started from the bottom

But I fell harder

Baby when I see your face

Let me fix your problems

Lil' baby wanna touch my pockets

Tell me

What you want I'ma cop it

I oughta tell you baby

It's yours it's yours