[Intro]

Yo whattup it's your boy meek milly right here

Kickin it with the l.a. leakers

Deez motherfuckers leakin everything man

Where y'all gettin all this exclusive from man?

I need to know

It's your boy meek millie, let's get it

(Justin credible!) ("mustard on the beat")

Okay I walk up in this bitch, fresher than a muh'fucker

Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on 'em

And bitches I ain't got no love for them

Just a bunch of swagger and a little bit of drugs for them

Hey hater you can pull the plug on 'em

Cause my neck be lightin up just like a bulb on 'em

Bling bling, pockets on ching ching

You wifin everything you come across, ring king

Damn nigga, you going ham nigga

I fuck your bitch and kick her out just like she pam nigga

Oh that's your main hoe? well what you sayin nigga?

She said she love this dick, 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 ridin with a chopper in a range rove'.

[Chorus]

I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin

With my nigga takbar, I'm rollin

Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin

With this motherfuckin 'rari like it's stolen

And still I'm gon' walk up in this bitch fresher than a muh'fucker

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, goin wild

I murder that pussy now I'm on a trial

So wet, I need four towels

She suckin dick like she got four mouths

Old hoe, got whore miles

And y'all niggaz hatin got four fouls

Probably foul out, I probably wild out

And pull the seat out on you niggaz you a 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.

[Chorus]

I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin

With my nigga takbar, I'm rollin

Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin

With this motherfuckin 'rari like it's stolen

And still I'm gon' walk up in this bitch fresher than a muh'fucker

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 rollin, and she be rollin

She be fuckin with the mollies really rollin

And I ain't fuckin with them pills but I be rollin

It's ya nigga meek mill in this bitch and I'm rollin.