Ciara, Lil Jon, Lil Wayne - Roll Call lyrics

I’m looking for a trap star
Slick talker, ghetto grammar
Don't matter red or blue bandana
Wheels too big how they fittin’ on your car
Back all tatted, couple war scars
Lookin’ for them boys whos up to most
For sho’
And wear them Forces straight out the box
If that you-ou-ou, you know what to do-o-o
Look me up, hook me up with some of that
All of that

Stand up if this is you
I’m lookin’ for my boo
I’m ready now, I’m callin’ out for you
Answer to this roll call
Roll call, roll call you got what I want
What I want, what I want
Stand up if this is you
I’m lookin’ for my boo
I’m callin’ you out, you better make a move
Answer to this roll call
Roll call, roll call you got what I want
What I want, what I want

Hey, hey
If you lookin’ for me, well here I go
You wanna thug, act like you know
I ride big, I smoke good
I get money, let’s get to it
Big ol’ titties, big ol’ butt
Thats what I want let me cutt you up
She like my grill, she like my chain
She wanna go ‘cause the man
Got it in the hood, got it in the trap
Got it on the block, everywhere am at
We in the streets, we at the mall
We outta town, I like to ball
Roll call, where you at?
Sexy ladies, holla back
Got what you need, got what you want
All you got to do is

Stand up if this is you
I’m lookin’ for my boo
I’m ready now, I’m callin’ out for you
Answer to this roll call
Roll call, roll call you got what I want
What I want, what I want
Stand up if this is you
I’m lookin’ for my boo
I’m callin’ you out, you better make a move
Answer to this roll call
Roll call, roll call you got what I want
What I want, what I want

Um, okay
They call me Young Carter and I’m big dog
Thats right I’m off the chain
My leash ripped off
I gets straight to my goal like kick ball
And I’m so high if I come
Down there’d be a pitfall
Walk with a limp not like a
Pimp but like a big doll
And yes baby, i’m on fire like a menthol
My tires big from a far
Look like the rims off
And I think CiCi need a nigga like Lil Weezy
Um okay, I hear ya callin’ mama
So it’s somethin’ good
We could get this fire started, nah baby
Lets cut the wood and I don’t paper chase
Shorty I tug and pull
And I don’t eat to much of
Polk but I’m a fucking bull
Real talk, I like them red shorts
But I swear I love them tight pants
And when you do that lil’
Dance on that mic stand
Stop playin’, I’m payed like a white man
And I think CiCi need a nigga like Lil weezy

Stand up if this is you
I’m lookin’ for my boo
I’m ready now, I’m callin’ out for you
Answer to this roll call
Roll call, roll call you got what I want
What I want, what I want
Stand up if this is you
I’m lookin’ for my boo
I’m callin’ you out, you better make a move
Answer to this roll call
Roll call, roll call you got what I want
What I want, what I want

I’m callin’ all my down south, boys
Can’t be faded boys
In the A, that’s where I’m from
So you know I’m giving ‘Nuff
I’m callin’ all, this ones for ya’ll
I’m loving ya
I can't forget about my uptown, city boys
West coast get it boys
What it do? Baby boy, this on for you (Hey)
I’m callin all, this ones for ya’ll
Thats right
I mean it, let me know if you wit it

Answer to this roll call