[Verse 1: Zip K]
I say high was we what got the fuckin shit on
Versace silk imported what I sit on
I know them hoes gone love me when I get on 
But all them hoes Imma tell um get on 
I don't even remember you
Imma get my forget on 
I wouldn't even waste my battery 
To pick up on your phone calls up
I gotta check what my percent on
Cause when it's hard to love me
You be quick getcha quit on 
But once I catch fire just to 
Oven mit on 
All my haters Imma shit on
In the new Gianni fit on
Sticky icky gettin lit on
Nappy pappy with the shit holmes

[Hook: Zip K]
Tryna get that Rollie Rollie Rollie x2
On my wrist wrist wrist
Champagne smoke 
Hold squad dope
East side shit
Yeah yeah yeah 
I know you know you know you
Tired of talkin bout this rich n***a shit
Nah nah nah 
I want all that 
That's my shit yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Two9 Jace]
Rollie Rollie Rollie down moreland roll the oz
Tell my shawty roll the oz
Keep an eye out for the police
Garner their intentions
Eric Garner their intentions
I'm just tryna get high
I ain't tryna rest in peace
Tryna get a piece of the pie not the puzzle
All my dogs down to ride no leash no muzzle
Made a homicide ever since my partna died
I been workin on the shit that’s triple not double
Dodging all the gold digging broads and trouble
Make it off the humble
Do it cause I loved it
Hate you when you up when you down man they love you
I'm tryna get some bucks like Milwaukee muhfucka
Tryna get a buzz building lobby muhfucka
Coulda fell off like a lotta muhfuckas
But I ain't gone stop hell nah muhfucka
Imma give my all muhfucka

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Zip K]
Aye
Move a hunned grams 
Credit card scams
Get me out the jam
Strapped and all that 
We did all that aye
Pussy n***a fall back 
Two9 skully 
RIP ya closet
Bet her pussy run a faucet 
But I prolly shouldn't force it
But I prolly never forfeit
All my brogod bosses 
We don't ever do no talkin
You know losing's not an option
Shit, it's been heavy on my conscience 
Now the foreign whippers drip with different glosses
Saks fifth shoppin no more hittin Ross’s
Pray to gawd it make a hatin n***a nauseous
[Hook]