Ludacris - Rollout Lyrics

Roll out

(Repeat 6x)

Roll out Roll out Roll out Roll out

Chorus "roll out" in background

I got my twin glock 40's, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock 40's, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

(Ludacris)

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it

Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted
Who dem girls you be with when you be ridin through
Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin a CRUISE
Tell me who's your weed man, and how do you smoke so good

You'se a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG
A couple a cans of whoop ass, you did a good-ass job
Of just eyein' me, spyin' me

Chorus

(Ludacris)

Man, that car don't come out until next year
Where in the f*** did you get it
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone
Where in the f*** did you spend it

You must have eyes on your back, cause you got money to the ceiling

And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
The better I'm feelin' the more that I'm chillin'
Willin' drillin' and killin' the feelin'

Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin' three-course meals
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM
A couple a gats, a couple of knives

A couple of rats, a couple of wives, now it's time to choose

Chorus

(Ludacris)

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted
Play station 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just yo; main bitch
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips touchin' lips to the top of the dick and then WHOOO

Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in yo' house

What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in yo' mouth

What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place
At a similar pace so shake, shake it

Chorus

(Ludacris)

Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the f*** up out my biznass, ah
Cause these n***az all up in my shit
And it's my business, my biznass
Stay the f*** up out my biznass
Cause it's mine, all mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the f*** up out my biznass
Cause these n***az all up in my shit
And it's my business, my biznass
Stay the f*** up out my biznass
Cause it's mine, all mine

Ahh ahh, Timbaland, Ludacris
Disturbin' Tha Peace, whoo

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