Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' (commas comin')
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' (commas comin')
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline, I'm center stage
I don't even get involved with it
If it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "poof, be gone"
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
Twenty-four karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, f*ck how you feel
F*ck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Look, I'm not a rider chick, I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
'Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon' tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
The Dominican Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin', it's, "Whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell 'em check the closet
Heard you f*ckin' for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Rollin Video (MV)
Performed By: Cardi B
Length: 3:34
Written by: BELCALIS ALMANZAR, JORDAN THORPE, JOSHUA EXANTUS, KLENORD RAPHAEL, NELSON TABOADA, TYRONE JOHNSON
Cardi B - Rollin Lyrics
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Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' (commas comin')
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' (commas comin')
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline, I'm center stage
I don't even get involved with it
If it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "poof, be gone"
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
Twenty-four karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, f*ck how you feel
F*ck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Look, I'm not a rider chick, I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
'Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon' tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
The Dominican Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin', it's, "Whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell 'em check the closet
Heard you f*ckin' for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' (commas comin')
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' (commas comin')
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline, I'm center stage
I don't even get involved with it
If it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "poof, be gone"
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
Twenty-four karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, f*ck how you feel
F*ck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Look, I'm not a rider chick, I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
'Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon' tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
The Dominican Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin', it's, "Whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell 'em check the closet
Heard you f*ckin' for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick)
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'
And I love that shit (and I love that shit)
Writer: BELCALIS ALMANZAR, JORDAN THORPE, JOSHUA EXANTUS, KLENORD RAPHAEL, NELSON TABOADA, TYRONE JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.