Yeat - Rolëy DÆ lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - Rolëy DÆ lyrics]
Yeah, man too much money, this shit tied
It's too much money (Oogie Mane killed it)
Shit, nah hmm, yeah
Hmm
I just got the Tesla, so I want me a mil'
Nothin' that you said
Cause I know how you feel
Still got this money, I didn't sign no deal
I'm not no junkie, I still pop these pills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout the hills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout some mil's
Syrup, poured up, then I don't feel
Just bought a scrip' I could walk for a bill
Just woke up to a bread
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to the bag
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a bag, just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a swag
Just woke up to a bread
It's rolliе day, I'm buying a rollie today
(Uh) it's chrome hearts day, lil bitch
I'm rockin that chromе heart today (Uh)
It's a oxy day, I'm poppin' like three today
(Uh) i fell in love with them cars
I fell in love with the money (Skrrt)
Soon as you get into something
Everyone act a lil funny
Walk in the store, cop it
All everything that I want
Cause I got it on me
Just left your crib with your girl
You just got off of work in the parking lot
I told my dog you a bitch
He the one to go pull up he bark a lot
Bro wanna sip on some lean, so
I cop me some Tris
So I just wanna hit up exotic pop
Your girl wanna suck on the team
Wanna suck on the squad
So I pull up and give her the lollipop
Walk down the street with a
Glick in my pocket and
Shot at my opp and it sounded like mardi gras
You wanna talk bout the shit
That you never gon' do
Cause you really wanna sit there
And talk a lot
Do my little blue gotta pull up on you with
That 2-2-2-2 and then pull
Down his balaclava?
We boutta get to the bread
Yea the cheese, yeah
The miracle whip getting the things
That let us on i been on off oxy for
Months I don't even know
What it feel like to be sober at all
Ridin' round, big ol' Bentley
I'm not your buddy
Don't think that we friendly
Boy, it's so sad that you care about pennies
All she wanna do is just drink on some Henny
I walk in the spot
I can tell that they panic
You think that you hard
But you not talkin' granite
You gotta break off that losing mentality
Just talked to the devil
The one that I'm battling
I just got the Tesla, so I want me a mil'
Nothin' that you said
Cause I know how you feel
Still got this money, I didn't sign no deal
I'm not no junkie, I still pop these pills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout the hills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout some mil's
Syrup, poured up, then I don't feel
Just bought a scrip' I could walk for a bill
Just woke up to a bread
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to the bag
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a bag, just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a swag
Just woke up to a bread
It's too much money (Oogie Mane killed it)
Shit, nah hmm, yeah
Hmm
I just got the Tesla, so I want me a mil'
Nothin' that you said
Cause I know how you feel
Still got this money, I didn't sign no deal
I'm not no junkie, I still pop these pills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout the hills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout some mil's
Syrup, poured up, then I don't feel
Just bought a scrip' I could walk for a bill
Just woke up to a bread
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to the bag
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a bag, just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a swag
Just woke up to a bread
It's rolliе day, I'm buying a rollie today
(Uh) it's chrome hearts day, lil bitch
I'm rockin that chromе heart today (Uh)
It's a oxy day, I'm poppin' like three today
(Uh) i fell in love with them cars
I fell in love with the money (Skrrt)
Soon as you get into something
Everyone act a lil funny
Walk in the store, cop it
All everything that I want
Cause I got it on me
Just left your crib with your girl
You just got off of work in the parking lot
I told my dog you a bitch
He the one to go pull up he bark a lot
Bro wanna sip on some lean, so
I cop me some Tris
So I just wanna hit up exotic pop
Your girl wanna suck on the team
Wanna suck on the squad
So I pull up and give her the lollipop
Walk down the street with a
Glick in my pocket and
Shot at my opp and it sounded like mardi gras
You wanna talk bout the shit
That you never gon' do
Cause you really wanna sit there
And talk a lot
Do my little blue gotta pull up on you with
That 2-2-2-2 and then pull
Down his balaclava?
We boutta get to the bread
Yea the cheese, yeah
The miracle whip getting the things
That let us on i been on off oxy for
Months I don't even know
What it feel like to be sober at all
Ridin' round, big ol' Bentley
I'm not your buddy
Don't think that we friendly
Boy, it's so sad that you care about pennies
All she wanna do is just drink on some Henny
I walk in the spot
I can tell that they panic
You think that you hard
But you not talkin' granite
You gotta break off that losing mentality
Just talked to the devil
The one that I'm battling
I just got the Tesla, so I want me a mil'
Nothin' that you said
Cause I know how you feel
Still got this money, I didn't sign no deal
I'm not no junkie, I still pop these pills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout the hills
(Worried bout)
We're up in Beverly talkin' bout some mil's
Syrup, poured up, then I don't feel
Just bought a scrip' I could walk for a bill
Just woke up to a bread
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to the bag
Just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a bag, just woke up to a bag
Just woke up to a swag
Just woke up to a bread