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Ty Dolla Sign - Rollin Lyrics

[Verse 1: Like]
You keep talking this new west
But dude we been there, you left
Still pouring henny, doing our two steps
OGs, YGs, millionaires, hugh-hefs, young bosses
Since a little kid been dreaming to run office
Along with my compadres we doing this here all day
Y'all play, we all working
What y'all working? Oh you job searching?
You talking to the wrong person
I just seen my little homies at the mall jerking
It brings a smile to my face to know we all working
And guess what? We got busy once y'all deserted
As long as love's in the mix, we all deserve it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Let me show you what it feels like
What it feels like
Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let me show you what it feels like
What it feels like
Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: BeYoung]
Stepping out the house ashy
Floss on niggas, how I do it? never ask me
Skating in the Caddy, the car wash from Betos
My nigga got a baby pit, we finna hit up Petco
Let's smoke, roll with me, we only roll sticky
Back to back, wrap for wrap, smoke the whole fifty
Fuck 'em up real quick, had to phone Nipsey
Watch niggas take it back like a cold Mickeys
Uh, make it funkier than old Dickies
Lil' niggas slapbox outside stick him
Got the terminator dipping through the whole city
Cali's finest, get the dough quickly
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Let me show you what it feels like
What it feels like
Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let me show you what it feels like
What it feels like
Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Mibbs]
I can't get enough of this LA life
This 405 traffic, money hungry bitches, kush in all classes
No need to ask girl, you know where max live
West coast, left coast, home of the Pac Div
Out in Manhattan beach, canvas sneaks
Pouring cognac for my man who deceased
No rest, no sleep in this scandalous streets
It can be broad daylight nigga handle your beef
Ain't no feeling better than coupe'ing with no ceiling
With money like a trap star, no dope dealing
Just brought back that old home feeling
You know '64 impala with the chrome engine

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Let me show you what it feels like
What it feels like
Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let me show you what it feels like
What it feels like
Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh