Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
Rollin up the dope boutta hit the blunt
I been chasing a check all day now I'm finally done
I
Can't complain got the
Wrist on blang
All I'm mutherf*cking missing is diamond chain
Llynx in the cut boutta roll the dope up
Like I'm an armadillo got my head up in the clouds not the pillow
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death
Never stress over a bitch
Always stress over a check
Watch my step
Anywhere I walk I'm leaving the floor wet
Everywhere I spark I'm leaving a jay dead
Always got the guap, I'll never be in debt
Ye Ye Ye Ye
Got the green like an avocado
Roll around the city in the whip it got a wooden panel
And it got a screen so baby don't you change the f*cking channel
We be piling money cash cow I'm rollin' with my cattle
Ye Ye Ye Ye
Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
I ain't ever sweating over petty shit
She a petty bitch
I can takeoff like a rocket ship
For the hell of it
I ain't doing this verse for shit
F*cking ignorant sons of bitches
Wanna jack my shit 'n wish my detriment
Y'all ain't even gettin' close to this
Boasting shit
And my bitch is a poster bitch
Y'all not capitalizing on this dough because I don't owe shit
Y'all not catching the vibe do like the tide and maybe roll with it
I been rolling with it since 1997
I been going up, shit I might be touching heaven
I ain't never had a doubt I always strive for better
I'm always questioning these times they changing like the weather
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no telling where I'm coming from or where I'mma be
Uhuhuuuuh
Ya and there ain't telling me shit
F*ck you
I ain't listening to nothing but me
(Ha!)
Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
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Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
Rollin up the dope boutta hit the blunt
I been chasing a check all day now I'm finally done
I
Can't complain got the
Wrist on blang
All I'm mutherf*cking missing is diamond chain
Llynx in the cut boutta roll the dope up
Like I'm an armadillo got my head up in the clouds not the pillow
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death
Never stress over a bitch
Always stress over a check
Watch my step
Anywhere I walk I'm leaving the floor wet
Everywhere I spark I'm leaving a jay dead
Always got the guap, I'll never be in debt
Ye Ye Ye Ye
Got the green like an avocado
Roll around the city in the whip it got a wooden panel
And it got a screen so baby don't you change the f*cking channel
We be piling money cash cow I'm rollin' with my cattle
Ye Ye Ye Ye
Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
I ain't ever sweating over petty shit
She a petty bitch
I can takeoff like a rocket ship
For the hell of it
I ain't doing this verse for shit
F*cking ignorant sons of bitches
Wanna jack my shit 'n wish my detriment
Y'all ain't even gettin' close to this
Boasting shit
And my bitch is a poster bitch
Y'all not capitalizing on this dough because I don't owe shit
Y'all not catching the vibe do like the tide and maybe roll with it
I been rolling with it since 1997
I been going up, shit I might be touching heaven
I ain't never had a doubt I always strive for better
I'm always questioning these times they changing like the weather
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no telling where I'm coming from or where I'mma be
Uhuhuuuuh
Ya and there ain't telling me shit
F*ck you
I ain't listening to nothing but me
(Ha!)
Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
Rollin up the dope boutta hit the blunt
I been chasing a check all day now I'm finally done
I
Can't complain got the
Wrist on blang
All I'm mutherf*cking missing is diamond chain
Llynx in the cut boutta roll the dope up
Like I'm an armadillo got my head up in the clouds not the pillow
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death
Never stress over a bitch
Always stress over a check
Watch my step
Anywhere I walk I'm leaving the floor wet
Everywhere I spark I'm leaving a jay dead
Always got the guap, I'll never be in debt
Ye Ye Ye Ye
Got the green like an avocado
Roll around the city in the whip it got a wooden panel
And it got a screen so baby don't you change the f*cking channel
We be piling money cash cow I'm rollin' with my cattle
Ye Ye Ye Ye
Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
I ain't ever sweating over petty shit
She a petty bitch
I can takeoff like a rocket ship
For the hell of it
I ain't doing this verse for shit
F*cking ignorant sons of bitches
Wanna jack my shit 'n wish my detriment
Y'all ain't even gettin' close to this
Boasting shit
And my bitch is a poster bitch
Y'all not capitalizing on this dough because I don't owe shit
Y'all not catching the vibe do like the tide and maybe roll with it
I been rolling with it since 1997
I been going up, shit I might be touching heaven
I ain't never had a doubt I always strive for better
I'm always questioning these times they changing like the weather
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no telling where I'm coming from or where I'mma be
Uhuhuuuuh
Ya and there ain't telling me shit
F*ck you
I ain't listening to nothing but me
(Ha!)
Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more
Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door
And I ain't stressing nothin'
Cuz I'm boutta get some more
Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road
Bumping classic hits not from the radio
And I ain't stressing nothing
Cuz I'm out to get this dough
Writer: Lloyd Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid