timer shit nigga
 (Regime shit baby)
 flossy shit, boi!
 (Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)
 Rolex Rulez
 Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an Baggets an shit.
 Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga
 uh.

 Verse 1

 I started off wit heata shit
 carry a nine millameter shit
 Rolex on my wrist
 never fuckin wit Geneve shit
 (playboy whats Geneve shit?)
 somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit
 tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit
 look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie
 what the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake Rollie
 I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie
 the Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie
 the type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take Rollie
 go out on a date, start makin bitches hate Rollie
 now pump yo brakes homie
 only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant
 Rolex wear outside
 "Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut
 wise steps, hands carrassin my tech
 Rolex under my sleve nigga
 to each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka
 I read niggas
 look in my eyes an die slowly
 meet my four-five
 niggas done died fo a Rollie
 I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
 they died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
 my four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies
 if I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me
 die fo me
 eye fo an eye homie
 that's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie nigga
 Rolex Rulez.

 Chorus *(Phats Bossalini)* 2x

 Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
 you best believe he packin Stretch Armstrong
 some kinda gat or thang on him
 hit you bullet rain storms
 when you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on
 listen.

 Verse 2

 To all my real playas
 throw yo Rollie's in the sky
 wave 'em side to side
 then keep yo four-five caulked to ride
 so many mutha fuckas done died
 tryin to steal a Rolex watch
 especially tryin to steal mines
 I remember the day I bought my first watch
 the turfs hot
 slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop
 raise niggas off the block who turf hop
 juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first
 spot
 I'm wet
 cash the check, grab the tech an jet
 10 G's in my pocket headed straight to Spence
 I want my shit all baggets
 but it cost too much
 had to fuck wit somethin less
 ain't tryin to floss too much
 a straight gold Presidential
 no diamonds down the wrist
 Princess cabezel
 you know
 that's small timer shit
 but fuck that!
 I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match
 stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back
 exchange? Yes!
 Give up the chain an gain a Rolex
 drop some G's
 it's juss like property so invest
 an if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress
 pawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
 that's big timer shit
 white colla shit, so I jet
 I see some niggas casin the set
 hangin out by my Lex
 I grab the mutha fuckin Tech 9
 the first time, I get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine
 Rolex Rulez!

 *(chorus)* 2x

 Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh.
 Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch.
 Regime shit, uh.
 Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve.
 Haha. Cuz niggas tryin to get us.
 But I keep big heats, nigga. Uh.
 How many holes you want in yo ass?
 BLOW-BLOW!
 1, 2, or 3? Nigga what?
 BLOW-BLOW!
 Back the fuck up nigga. We do our thang, Rolex Rulez.
 I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna
 or you will get flatlined.
 Done deal