Roll Up

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back Cup full of drink, yes I drink that My tune playing, and we both feel that Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back Roll up to the crib, post up sit back Cup full of drink, yes I drink that My tune playing, and we both feel that Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back F*ck with you late night I hit you on the regular Even got your real name stored in my cellular You my main squeeze, I swear I told that to Jennifer Every time we link we heating up like the temperature Body's intertwined twisted like twizzlers Her ex man deep down, he still miss her She fucking with a real one she fucking with the boy The man that kick ball and got blessed with the voice She can have a lil bit can't give too much But that ass in them jeans it really fucked me up Her makeup on "I only put a little on" Girl that's enough to make me do what you want I'm at your service like I'm waiting a table Her last man Cain she prefer me cuz I'm Able Send location I'll come scoop like a ladle We independent artists we don't need a label Roll up to the crib, post up sit back Cup full of drink, yes I drink that My tune playing, and we both feel that Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back Roll up to the crib, post up sit back Cup full of drink, yes I drink that My tune playing, and we both feel that Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back I wanna buy you the finer things in this life My pockets ain't bad but they ain't that nice They can get you something nice and light But you can live in these words when I write You fall in love with the boy you cant die So I ask if she wanna live forever in this life A 9 or a 10 that's on her worst day Big bunda big heart she nice like my wordplay She got self respect i didn't hit the first day She play me like PlayStation I get no play Still f*ck with her maybe it's her mental She could be First Lady If she feeling presidential She thinks I'm trouble she thinks I'm special Goes against her instincts, dances with the devil She look me in my eyes she can't help herself She know Ima be bad for her mental health Roll up to the crib, post up sit back Cup full of drink, yes I drink that My tune playing, and we both feel that Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back Roll up to the crib, post up sit back Cup full of drink, yes I drink that My tune playing, and we both feel that Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back I said yes I give it back I said yes I give it back Oh, yes I give it back