[Chorus]

Yeah, still mobbin' on these hoes

Gettin' paid everywhere that we go

If you ain't got that check, don't call my phone

Blowin' the kush and we rollin' up all the windows

To get in my zone and you should know

We still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Know we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

[Verse 1]

I got bitches, I got hoes

I got no bread, but I got flows

She gon' suck the dick, while I push the whip

Behind the tint, then I put that bitch in cruise control

Let's ride out, time out

Somebody tell my ex bitch, she bettеr watch her fuckin' mouth

Before my nеw bitches come get ya

These bitches crazy, they got pistols

You gon' need more than crocodile tears and tissues

If you wanna solve these issues

Bitch, I'll fuck you up (Haha)

Nah I don't know if I should say that

Am I allowed to say that?

[Chorus]

Yeah, still mobbin' on these hoes

Gettin' paid everywhere that we go

If you ain't got that check, don't call my phone

Blowin' the kush and we rollin' up all the windows

To get in my zone and you should know

We still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Know we still rollin', rollin', rollin' (Yeah)

Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin' (You God damn right we are)

[Verse 2]

Coldest farmer tan in rap

You don't wanna hear Nick Cannon rap

So I came to rep for the camp and just brighten things up

Like a lamp and I turn 'em off when I'm fuckin'

Bend the block in that bucket

Only got backwoods, cup a noodles and Capri Suns in my budget

Bitch, I'm tired of this shit

All these politics got me so depressed

I'm twenty years old goin' through a midlife crisis

Not the worst, but I live life like it

Fuck wrong with this industry?

Gardeners make more than me

Si Senor

[Chorus]

Yeah, still mobbin' on these hoes

Gettin' paid everywhere that we go

If you ain't got that check, don't call my phone

Blowin' the kush and we rollin' up all the windows

To get in my zone and you should know

We still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Know we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

[Outro]

You ol' mark ass, foot loose bitch

Bitch, you better bite ya bottom lip

You just gon' come out the woodwork's when you saw my name

And I was the first on the list getting my EBT this week, bitch

You better get your Ba-ras up, bitch

We in a five-ten, nigga, with one wheel and a, and a humpty in the back

You better give me a hug anyway

And if the shit is out of pocket, bitch

Get a dough knife and cut

Bitch, you at the bottom of the lake

Swim and hold your breath

Matter of fact swallow the water

And then at the end of the day, come back up and give me a foot massage, ratchet ass bitch