Rich Homie Quan - Gamble lyrics

I been knew, life was a gamble, man
You know I'm sayin'?
We all take a risk everyday, haha
But I ain't trippin' i just gotta do this

Roll the die (Roll the die)
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money
(Pick up money) jumped off mama porch and
Hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell
That molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like
Me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty
Made it flip again (Woah)
Twenty bands from the bank
Two hundred Benjamins (Woah)
Two hundred bands for some bags, boy
You better call me (yeah)
U-Haul van in the mall
Me and what ya call it

Money on the phone, money callin', yeah
I talk to it need a new safe 'cause the
Money got a wall full (Hey)
I just spent a day in the bay
It was all good (Hey)
Backend, count it up by myself
Before I walk through it (Hey)
All about my business, in my pockets
None but white folks
Money can't buy love 'cause this
Bitch ain't even my type, though
(Hey) turn up at the day party and
Kill 'em at the night show (Hey)
Real nigga reunion
I fuck wit 'em so I might go (Hey)
Rappin' easy, I can do it arm tied
Eyes closed when robbing was a job
I would do that shit from nine to four (Hey)
My partner drove from holly grove to
Here to get them Xans
And I rebulk every number with
That money in my hand (Hey, hey)

Roll the die (Roll the die)
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money
(Pick up money) jumped off mama porch and
Hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell
That molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like
Me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty
Made it flip again (Woah)
Twenty bands from the bank
Two hundred Benjamins (Woah)
Two hundred bands for some bags, boy
You better call me (yeah)
U-Haul van in the mall
Me and what ya call it

I just went to court and the
Judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood
I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick
Like a off button
Money come up every other hour, yeah
I talk numbers
Lil' homie in the cut, finger itchin'
Ready to off some
If you ain't talk money over hundreds
It ain't bout none
Partner did ten and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself, and nah
We ain't lost none
For me, they clear the room
Make some space for the boss come
Canary yellow diamond
Got these niggas actin' cautious
He scary and he lyin'
I can tell by how he talkin'
VVSs, they shinin'
I got my number and I'm 'bout to

Roll the die (Roll the die)
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money
(Pick up money) jumped off mama porch and
Hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell
That molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like
Me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty
Made it flip again
Twenty bands from the bank
Two hundred Benjamins
Two hundred bands for some bags, boy
You better call me u-Haul van in the mall
Me and what ya call it