Rollout (My Business)

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Rollout
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 I got my twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
 Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted?
 Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
 Man, I ain't got nothing to prove, I paid my dues
 Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise
 Tell me who's your weed man and how do you smoke so good?
 You's a superstar, boy, why you still up in the hood?
 What in the world is in that bag? What you got in that bag?
 A couple of cans of whoop ass
 You did a good-ass job of just eyein' me, spyin' me
 I got my twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
 That's eighty thousand bucks gone, where in the fuck did you spend it?
 You must have eyes on your back 'cause you got money to the ceiling
 And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
 The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin'
 Willin', drillin', and killin' the villain
 Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin' three course meals
 Gettin' goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
 What in the world is in that room? What you got in that room?
 A couple of gats, a couple of knives
 Couple of rats, a couple of wives
 Now it's time to choose
 I got my twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
 Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted
 Is that your wife, your girlfriend, or just your main bitch?
 You take a pic while I'm rubbin' the hips
 Touch the lips to the top of the dick, then woo!
 Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
 What about diamonds and gold? Is that what you keep in your mouth?
 What in the world is in that case? What you got in that case?
 Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
 Wait to take place at a similar pace
 So shake, shake it
 I got my twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Twin Glock 40s cocked back
 Me and my homies, so drop that
 We rollin' on 20s with the top back
 So much money, you can't stop that
 Get out my business, my business
 Stay the fuck up out my business
 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
 And it's my business, my business
 Stay the fuck up out my business
 'Cause it's mine, oh my
 My business, my business
 Stay the fuck up out my business
 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
 And it's my business, my business
 Stay the fuck up out my business
 'Cause it's mine, oh my
 Timbaland
 Ludacris
 Disturbing tha peace
 Woo!
 Yeah, uh, come on, what's up, what's up?
 Come here, come here, go to sleep, go to sleep
 Right now, right now, go to sleep, go to sleep
 Go to sleep, go to sleep

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Duration
04:00
Key
2
Tempo
131 BPM

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