Lyrics
She say boy you always busy, when you gonna plan a visit?
I took that money, went missing, you do not see me no more
You don’t see me broke no more
Imma cop me like one and Imma cop me one more
Imma cop the whole store, Imma do it cause I can
Imma count it till I cramp, real niggas give me the stamp
Bitch I’m so lit like a lamp, I put my dick in this tramp
Young ass nigga with some old bands like I just robbed your gramps
Never done like MegaMan
I boot it up for myself
I’m bout to boot up my bros
Imma pull up in that Rolls
I’m not concerned with these hoes
I need the roll and the loaf
I need the home on the coast
I want the Rollie, its cold
And I want that model from Vogue
I want that model from Vogue
They say you put rocks in the Rollie it bring down the worth
Fuck it I still flood it out
The Rollie lil nigga I had to throw dressing on it
Its been a minute, I’m still flexing on you
These bitches love me, they regret forever
I’m flexing on you at the epicenter
All these basic hoes got a pair of red bottoms, but they think they Cinderella
Imma be the one to tell them
Imma let these bitches know
I got four bitches from Yeezy Season 3 talking like they was in Vogue
I know you hate on the low, I had to crack open the code
Might drop a rack on your head, just dropped a rack on my coat
I boot it up for myself
I’m bout to boot up my bros
Imma pull up in that Rolls
I’m not concerned with these hoes
I need the roll and the loaf
I need the home on the coast
I want the Rollie, its cold
And I want that model from Vogue
I want that model from Vogue