Rollout (My Buisness) Lyrics by Ludacris
Rollout- (all through the chorus)
I got my twin glock moneys
Cocked backed,
Me and my homies,
So drop that,
We rollin’ on 20’s,
With the top back,
So much money,
You can’t stop that,
Twin glock moneys,
Cocked back,
Me and my homies,
So drop that,
We rollin on 20’s,
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 matching bens with them windows tinted,
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin’ through,
Man I ain’t got nothin’ to prove,
I paid my dues,
breakin the ruels,
and shake fools,
while I’m takin a cruse.
Tell me who your weed man,
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 o’ cans of whoop ass,
You did a good ass job of just eying me,
Spying me.
Repeat chorus (1x)
Man that car don’t come out until next year,
Where in the fuck did you get it.
That’s 80 thousand bucks gone,
Where in the fuck did you spend it,
You must have eyes on your back,
Cuz you got money to the ceiling ,
And the bigger the couch,
The bigger the peelin’,
The better I’m feelin’,
The
I got my twin glock moneys
Cocked backed,
Me and my homies,
So drop that,
We rollin’ on 20’s,
With the top back,
So much money,
You can’t stop that,
Twin glock moneys,
Cocked back,
Me and my homies,
So drop that,
We rollin on 20’s,
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 matching bens with them windows tinted,
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin’ through,
Man I ain’t got nothin’ to prove,
I paid my dues,
breakin the ruels,
and shake fools,
while I’m takin a cruse.
Tell me who your weed man,
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 o’ cans of whoop ass,
You did a good ass job of just eying me,
Spying me.
Repeat chorus (1x)
Man that car don’t come out until next year,
Where in the fuck did you get it.
That’s 80 thousand bucks gone,
Where in the fuck did you spend it,
You must have eyes on your back,
Cuz you got money to the ceiling ,
And the bigger the couch,
The bigger the peelin’,
The better I’m feelin’,
The