Vinny Cha$e

Vinny Cha$e - Let Her Roll lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Lord, forgive my swag

Keep me blessed by your greatness and glory

Find me with that pack in order to protect me

From snakes and leaches

Keep only the baddest bitches in my presence

And keep the niggas in my circle rich

Betta own that lane as she round my door(?)

Betta own that lane as she round my door(?)

Jay, bitch bad, let her rode my smoke

(Verse)

My niggas all wid it, hustle like a muthafucka all about a million

All of my niggas, they in the field, can ya feel me?

Cause all of my niggas are out building a building

Betta own that lane as she round my door(?)

Betta own that lane as she round my door(?)

30 on the chain and the bracelet

I'm gettin this money you don't get it dont say shit

Luxury nigga Im in the hood like a loosie

Coolin' do this, really rock Gucci

Get it all, money luv, gotta get the dove

Vinny got the ball, just wait, don't get involved yet

Crack on the beat, flip packs on the street

Lean back, don't fuck up the package we're gonna eat

Pull up in a Tesla, digital dashboard

Move fast when I mash the gas, I fastforward

Drop top sound, pull up on the block hot

Pocket full of pills, coulda been a doctor

(Hook)

My niggas all wid it

Get it down in the pan

Get it everyday

Got smoke, bitch bad

Let her roll my dope

Bitch bad

Let her roll my dope

Bitch bad

Let her roll my dope

(Verse)

Niggas jack my swag, I just laugh

Anybody tryna jack my cash, they get blast

And my niggas all in this

Yung nigga all about the cheddar

Livin' betta and my niggas all wid it

Swag till the girl on me, chased to live a legacy

I'm dope like heroin, marijuana, amphetamines

Dope - rain drops on the Rolls Royce

Pulls off as I make my ? have no choice

Neva rap on bricks I ain't got

All my niggas gettin' money

You bring them chains out

Only rap bout this money and fly shit

Should wash it and now got the rollie in platinum

God, hope he hear my prayers, they sincere

Give me heaven on earth, can't wait to get there

Jah, light up yo blunts, double cups, fill it up

Light up for months

Chase, huh

(Hook)

My niggas all wid it

Get it down in the pan

Get it everyday

Got smoke, bitch bad

Let her roll my dope

Bitch bad

Let her roll my dope

Bitch bad

Let her roll my dope

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