Cardi B

Cardi B - Rollin lyrics

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Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin

All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Them commas coming (commas coming quick)

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)

Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Them commas coming quick (Them commas coming quick)



Look

Show you bitches how to do this shit

Stand back while I demonstrate

Pussy worth like a million dollars

I think your nigga got expensive taste

I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch

You sideline I'm centre stage

I don't even get involved with it if it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid

If it's not the money then it's "goofy, gone"

Steal your man with my [?] on

Whole team full of bad bitches and that Louboutin our uniform

24 karat my grills, I do what I want, bitch f**k how you feel

f**k a whole check up all on my nails

I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, bye bitch



Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin

All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)

Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Them commas coming quick (them commas coming quick)



Look

I'm not a rider chick I'm a driver chick

I could come get you instead

I hope all of your homies got money, nigga

Cause all of my bitches got bread

Look, got a home girl out the west coast

Swear to God I love that bitch

Ask about us, any club, they gonna tell you we run that shit

I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey

Dominican, Halle Berry

Hair be laid, bills be paid

Still put bread on my nigga commissary

If I want something, it's "whatever, cop it"

Balenciaga, tell em check the closet

Heard you f**king for that extra change

That's why that pussy got that extra mileage

I be rollin



Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin

All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)

Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)

Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)

All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
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Language: English

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