Lil Wayne and Juelz Santana - Rollers And Riders

Yessir
Weezy F. Baby, yeah

I thank the lord each and every day
And I'll have three blunts and some Perrier
And my grill looks like an iced out barricade
And I got more green than the Everglades
I'm the shit, I am funky like I never bathe
Baby, I'm tryin' to do numbers like a yellow page
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Ms. Cita in a better place
I fucks with Marley and Capito from the eastside
On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never divide
Keep a knees high in my Levis, now, don't fuck up my design
Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you felines
Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?
I don't fuck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign
Yeah, go head, add another finger to the peace sign
That's the W and B sign, bitch

Yeah, ya understands me ?
Mack they gon' respect me

'Cause I'm a rider, I'm just another mothafuckin' Southsider
I'm on that syrup, so I act a lil' tired
And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider
And everybody with me
That's right I'm a rider, I'm just another mothafuckin' Southsider
I'm on that syrup, so I act a lil' tired
And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider
And everybody with me

(Haha, uh)
Money over everything, except blood
For money I do everything, shed blood
Spill blood, kill ya
Fo' sho' paper, you get slow mo' paper
They say my money fuckin' up the ozone layer (woah)
I got yacht money, you got robo' paper
Told ya, my money waver tip yo' robo over (over)
I let the gats flare (yep), quicker than the MAC flare (yep)
I hear ya pussies need a pap smear, haha, yeah
So come follow this (come), gun-dermatologist (me)
One gun by the hip (uh-oh), show you how the Poppa's sit (pop, pop, pop)
Believe me, my bullets bite with a lobster grip (damn)
And trust me, I know how to fish (gotcha'), boy
And I feel like a shark on his worst day (move)
'Cause you're just a little mermaid
I got that promethazine flow (what's that?), Slow
They can't fuck with me (nope)
Let's go, come on

Dipset, you know what it is
Santana, ayy
Ya dig (yessir, holla at ya boy)
Dipset, bitch

I'm a roller, I'm just another mothafuckin' East coaster
I get high, I get twisted, never sober
And all my niggas keep they hand on that toaster
And you know what?
Baby, I'm a roller, I'm just another mothafuckin' East coaster
I get high, I get twisted, never sober
And all my niggas keep they hand on that toaster
And you know what?

Written by:
Dwayne Carter, Laron James

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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