(feat. Miles)



[Pusha T]

Uh, yea they call me Pusha, uh, Draper Inc., Star Trak

What you know about this pink on wrist

Je-sus flush like je-sus sick

Same color glow through the crucifix

Pa-vay pink like white girl clit

Might not cook if you ain't used to shit

But see me I'm used to rich

Livin' this two-door life coupes all white

The SL like a swiss army knife

Tuck away the roof shed some light

Fold it back out if you keeps it right

Hold the tech close day turn to nights

Cause niggaz hate to see you with phenom lights

Rims on gleam, techs on beam

Three times dope got hex on fiends

Look through the hood checks on lean

Pusha bounce weight like trampolines nigga



[Chorus: Clipse]

I don't mean to brag

I don't mean to boast, but

Baby I'm A Roller

Now move them things up and down the coast

Like daddy showed ya'

Keep heat close on the waist Fa-SHO

Always been a soldier

Hoes and money that's all I know

Definition of a roller...roller



[Miles]

Listen up boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen

Whatever side of the world or hood you livin' in

It's Miles back in this bitch

I come through stackin' my chips

You show me ten broads I'm bodyin' all ten of um'

Sweet brown cinnamon even hot chocolate

Let me kick that once I go non-stop in it

Back in the place to be and

Guess what I got on my waist with me

It's the 4-5th of the clip we roll thicker

Than your homey's on the corner who pourin' that malt liqour

Sicker than sick I'm flippin' a switch

Im inventin' a feelin' of venomous spit I been in this bitch uh

Girls, broads, boppers females

Rims blades choppin' spree-well's

Draper Inc. records we sell

With the Clipse offically Big boy shells...



[Chorus: Clipse]

I don't mean to brag

I don't mean to boast, but

Baby I'm A Roller

Now move them things up and down the coast

Like daddy showed ya'

Keep heat close on the waist Fa-SHO

Always been a soldier

Hoes and money that's all I know

Definition of a roller...roller



[Malice]

Center of attention my back to the ropes

All eyes on me the streets got me in they scope

Ain't hard to tell a nigga reelin' in that dough

In a 4.6 range feelin' like the pope

I keep it real close this you can quote

For any motherfucker maybe feelin' like I'm joke

But I'm not Richard Pryor

But prior to rap I was cookin' crack over an open fire

Why they wanna try and play malicious

I'm humble to the point I down play my riches

This is what it is it's hard to be discreet

While the frank mueller watch play peak-a-boo to sleeve

Tucked in the chain in order for you to breathe

I'm out into a mote here this is you to me

The comparison is way to embarrasin'

Niggaz ain't averagin' what I'm averagin'



[Chorus/Clipse]

I don't mean to brag

I don't mean to boast, but

Baby I'm A Roller

Now move them things up and down the coast

Like daddy showed ya'

Keep heat close on the waist Fa-SHO

Always been a soldier

Hoes and money that's all I know

Definition of a roller...roller [x2]