Rollin

[Saukrates]Ha, haRollin', rollin', rollinHa, haRollinRollin', rollin', rollin[Chorus - Saukrates]Money makes the world go roundSo watch a niggaRollin', rollin', rollinMoney makes the world go roundSo watch a niggaRollin', rollin', rollin[Masta Ace]yo, yo, I makes green backs of mean tracks,It seems that life aint nuttin 'but phat carsAnd dreams that stack two stories highI wouldnt wanna die, po broke and lonelyNo joke I'm only a hop jump and skip from 30Gotta get my hands dirtyIf I wanna see cash thats gon lastI hit you wit a blast, straight from the heartYo where's the math, gotta go for broke without a castAin't shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notesWe floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakersCrack makers never left the, neighbourhoodCash rules everything except meThat's what cream mean, it don't rule the mindOn valentines day nigga, you still couldn't findThe heart to try to step to, fuck witMess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin' nigga and lets getAll this dough like Pillsbury and I still buryWack rappers, in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year tooAnd my tongue will tear youKeep rollin' in dough and son I hear you[Chorus][Saukrates](Make money) the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such(Take money) the phrase of an organized bank rushSittin on top of the dome like Al CaponeInterceptin' drug carriers and taking they homePopularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luckSolidify, your cash you're the biggest guyGot tooken out, the bitch caught a diseaseCalled the plague Saukrates, now who's got the g'sDesperado, get away cars hittin' the throttlePinchin' diamonds the size of the lottoAny kind of hesitation 25 ta life you getCome out, kickin' Carlito cuz you can't resistIn your world wife and kids become the minority'Cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priorityOn stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your creamBut Father Time paid off the sandman and saw your dreamNigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit itCuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap criticsRealize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperateThey'd sell they mother for a seven digit figureDont you get it...[CHORUS][O.C.]Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what's up wit money over thereWhippin' on the street like he just don't careHe's flambouyant see annoying,Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin' all his lifeBeing the big bad bull motherfucker, what!Sellin' drugs, you ain't nuttin' but a sucka, uhCan't free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzyGet shot street nigga forgot who was heHit it to put things in perspectiveDo right, don't defy laws of life and be deceased or arrestedMastermind desgined you had thru a science giverMad man dreams of a major allianceYour world revolved around gold, cars and diamondsSluts and scars , draggin behind bars stillThe wake up call, face off the jail bullyTakin' your manhood, as thought you had a pussyCome home seen your man, now the lies ariseTellin' your man you was fightin niggas twice your sizeYour conscious is feelin' it, sippin' a brewTwo ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff oneMental swollen and your manhood stolenWrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin[CHORUS X2]