เนื้อเพลง Rolly up - Gucci Mane

[Hook x3]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie b*tch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Since my money fat I'm throwin stacks
Patron shots I'm throwin back
We look good, I'mma spend some racks
Turn round back and a brick squad tat
Taz brought it back but it still don't pass
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And I've never seen the b*tch, s*ck d*ck so fast
I ain't even know you was rich like that
How the hell a n*gga pull a b*tch like that?
How the hell a n*gga got a watch like that?
How a n*gga face to face with some sh*t like that?
Better have a mil, we've been like that
Tell the hoes how the goose is like that
Whole clique, rock 'n' roll looks like that
Got chick like this, so we flex like that
I'm serious, n*gga, they're curious n*gga
These thugs have a b*tch delirious n*gga
Don't see it, n*gga, can't hear them n*ggas
Don't stand there, and don't feel them n*gga
I'm the trill n*gga since a lil n*gga
Only difference got it bigger, n*gga
She a eye catcher let the car catch her
But it's chainless so let the watch go
[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie then step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
A dope boy watch is a Rolex
Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex
Everybody in the hood want a Rolex
You better keep your pistol with your Rolex
Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce
I brought the streets back, it needed my voice
Took the n*gga for a check and bought a white Porsche
Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope
You want a yacht, master know your mathematics
Hold your rollie up, and view a real trapper
I'm not a real rapper, I've got a real check
Real street n*gga, with a rolex

[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie b*tch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
There's a plan, masterpiece, no AP
64 Gs tryna freeze me
My diamonds kick it, Jet Li
I'm balling hard, no referee
Brought present watches for the homies
Crime pay, f*ck police
Came a long way from that Benny
Getting topped off of my Bentley!
It's a Daytona, no Hublot
Got a pink slip, no car note
I'm balling hard, f*cking up a check
Real street n*gga, I ain't gotta flex
I can count a mil, don't break a sweat
That iced out rollie got her p*ssy wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!

[Interlude]
Chugga then your motherf*cker, screaming Rolex game
If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke n*gga, kill yourself - Kurt Cobain
Squad!

[Hook x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie b*tch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)