Yo roll, yo' roll, my roll, my roll Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here Tell that bitch Keisha come here man (Two dutches, hollar, hollar)
Niggas rollin' for money over there dun (It's on a breathin', it's slice on, I want that honey's bracelet)
Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank Shoot it, oh, you gotta stop? A four and better, beat the five
I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice Son, I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life Money feed good, all downs is a bet Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
Open up the pool, get a dicin' room Aight bitches, use pampers, girls need a nice room That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic If you ass bettin', you just bet yo' ass
Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me And 'von bring it too, he on his way to come get me He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen With them two things, gray Benz and maroon seats
I got a quarter mil in each of my first sleeves The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three Come in the buildin', nigga
(Do whatever you do best) (Up the ladder to the hill of success)
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's So you know what happened to him He got three rounds, we all ex dealers Ex killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla
I hold my own and rep my niggas Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin'
So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance And I survive through project experiences You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? No matter, you gon' get holes inside
See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim? So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars? Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers
(Do whatever you do best) (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success)
(You know what we gonna do) (New York, say no more, New York, say no more)
Let off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm Everything good, money on wood Bank stoppers, I send them home broke Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat
I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call Watch you break your all, big sixes 'Cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall High roller, see how my dice kiss
And if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch I rocks, believe it or not Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked 4 5 6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot
(Do whatever you do best, yo) (Up the ladder to the hill of success)
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