Rolling In My Chevy

I'm rolling, in my Chevy Suburban, got me doing the dash in it
On this road to riches, trying to get a bag, and spend it
Ain't no conversations held, if it ain't no cash, up in it
Don't be blowing up my cell
Trying to reach me last minute nigga
Stay out my lane, cause I'm doing the dash in it
On this road to riches, trying to get a bag, and spend it
Ain't no conversations held, if it ain't no cash, up in it
Don't be blowing up my cell
Trying to reach me last minute nigga

Cause I ain't answering a muthafuckin' thing
Everyday I'm trying to hustle, for this change
Give a fuck about the fame, ducked off in my dungeon
Making dollar after dollar, till I got it in abundance
Gotta keep it coming, manifesting daily
You want me on a track, hell yea, you gotta pay me
Shit been getting crazy, I feel they tried to play me
Made in the 80's, even momma couldn't save me
Raised round them dealers, they had me taking notes
So this Flo'caine, I slang, sort of like making dope
Know I got them folks, hooked on it, beggin' for a hit
Other rappers hear my flow, & they get scared than a bitch
They know my album coming, they know, I got that fire
They plotting, praying, and wishing, just hoping, I retire
Fulfilling my desires, every dime I deserve
Drifting down town, but I ain't even trying to swerve
Though I'm

I'm rolling, in my Chevy Suburban, got me doing the dash in it
On this road to riches, trying to get a bag, and spend it
Ain't no conversations held, if it ain't no cash, up in it
Don't be blowing up my cell
Trying to reach me last minute nigga
Stay out my lane, cause I'm doing the dash in it
On this road to riches, trying to get a bag, and spend it
Ain't no conversations held, if it ain't no cash, up in it
Don't be blowing up my cell
Trying to reach me last minute nigga

Fuck nigga, don't you call me
Been in my lab dawg, I'm talking all week
Fucking wit these beats, tweaking every mix
Have them tracks bumping, thumping, with them kicks
Get up off my dick, my wife can only ride that
Been to hell twice over, but on the ride back
I had some fire music, that I was jamming too
This flow sick bitch, I might need a can of soup
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
Represent my city, niggas playing like you won't
Fuck around, and get found, on the ground, in a town
Where you're bound, to either swim, or you drown
Yea you know the sound, when that shit be going down
Racist ass cops, quick to meet you, with a frown
How you like me now?, this the music I be serving
12's knocking in the back, they say it's so disturbing

I'm rolling, in my Chevy Suburban, got me doing the dash in it
On this road to riches, trying to get a bag, and spend it
Ain't no conversations held, if it ain't no cash, up in it
Don't be blowing up my cell
Trying to reach me last minute nigga
Stay out my lane, cause I'm doing the dash in it
On this road to riches, trying to get a bag, and spend it
Ain't no conversations held, if it ain't no cash, up in it
Don't be blowing up my cell
Trying to reach me last minute nigga