Meek Mill - I’m Rollin lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - I’m Rollin lyrics]
Okay, I walk up in this
Bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my
Sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
Just a bunch of swagger and a
Lil bit of drugs for them
Hey hater you can pull the plug on them
'Cause my neck be lightin' up just
Like a bulb on them
Bling bling, pockets on ching ching
You wifing everything you come across
Ring king damn, nigga, you going ham, nigga
I fuck your bitch and kick her
Out like she's Pam nigga
Oh, that's your main ho?
Well what you saying, nigga?
She said she you wasn't in the plan nigga
Pockets on bank roll, chain froze
Nigga, we don't even fuck the same hoes
Watching for the coppers in the plain clothes
'Cause I'm riding with a chopper
In a Range Rove'
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling
With my nigga Takbar, I'm rolling
Bitch I'm rolling, I'm
Rolling, I'm rolling, i'm rolling
With this motherfucking 'Rari
Like it's stolen and still
I'm gon' walk up in this
Bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Walk up in this bitch
Fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my
Sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
White girls, going wild
I murder that pussy now I'm on a trial
So wet, I need four towels
She sucking dick like she got four mouths
Old ho, she got whore miles
And y'all niggas hating got 4 fouls
Prolly foul out, I prolly wild out
Pull this heat out on you niggas
You'll dime out racks, pause on the pork
I be going ham nigga I don't need a fork
Ball so hard nigga I don't need a court
Purple label everything nigga I
Don't need a horse
I'm swagged out, maxed out
Bad bitch with me and her ass out
Rack up, rack out and every time I’m in the
Building I'ma cash out
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling
With my nigga Takbar, I'm rolling
Bitch I'm rolling, I'm
Rolling, I'm rolling, i'm rolling
With this motherfucking 'Rari
Like it's stolen and still
I'm gon' walk up in this
Bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Walk up in this bitch
Fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my
Sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
I got a bitch in the Bay
I got a bitch in the A
I got a bitch down in Philly
That do whatever I say
I got a bitch in New York, I got a bitch MIA
I got a bitch down in
Houston she wanna fuck e'ryday
And I be rolling, and she be rolling
She be fucking with the
Mollies really rolling
And I ain't fucking with the
Pills but I be rolling
It's ya nigga Meek Mill in
This bitch and I'm
Bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my
Sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
Just a bunch of swagger and a
Lil bit of drugs for them
Hey hater you can pull the plug on them
'Cause my neck be lightin' up just
Like a bulb on them
Bling bling, pockets on ching ching
You wifing everything you come across
Ring king damn, nigga, you going ham, nigga
I fuck your bitch and kick her
Out like she's Pam nigga
Oh, that's your main ho?
Well what you saying, nigga?
She said she you wasn't in the plan nigga
Pockets on bank roll, chain froze
Nigga, we don't even fuck the same hoes
Watching for the coppers in the plain clothes
'Cause I'm riding with a chopper
In a Range Rove'
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling
With my nigga Takbar, I'm rolling
Bitch I'm rolling, I'm
Rolling, I'm rolling, i'm rolling
With this motherfucking 'Rari
Like it's stolen and still
I'm gon' walk up in this
Bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Walk up in this bitch
Fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my
Sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
White girls, going wild
I murder that pussy now I'm on a trial
So wet, I need four towels
She sucking dick like she got four mouths
Old ho, she got whore miles
And y'all niggas hating got 4 fouls
Prolly foul out, I prolly wild out
Pull this heat out on you niggas
You'll dime out racks, pause on the pork
I be going ham nigga I don't need a fork
Ball so hard nigga I don't need a court
Purple label everything nigga I
Don't need a horse
I'm swagged out, maxed out
Bad bitch with me and her ass out
Rack up, rack out and every time I’m in the
Building I'ma cash out
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling
With my nigga Takbar, I'm rolling
Bitch I'm rolling, I'm
Rolling, I'm rolling, i'm rolling
With this motherfucking 'Rari
Like it's stolen and still
I'm gon' walk up in this
Bitch fresher than a motherfucker
Walk up in this bitch
Fresher than a motherfucker
Pocket full of money and my
Sneakers got blood on them
And bitches I ain't got no love for them
I got a bitch in the Bay
I got a bitch in the A
I got a bitch down in Philly
That do whatever I say
I got a bitch in New York, I got a bitch MIA
I got a bitch down in
Houston she wanna fuck e'ryday
And I be rolling, and she be rolling
She be fucking with the
Mollies really rolling
And I ain't fucking with the
Pills but I be rolling
It's ya nigga Meek Mill in
This bitch and I'm