Rollin'

[Intro: Donell Jones] Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling Scheming on you and your homies Homies, homies, homies, homies The very first day of summer Summer, summer, summer, summer All chromed out in a hummer, babe Hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe [Chorus: Donell Jones] Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling Scheming on you and your homies Homies, homies, homies, homies Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling All chromеd out in a hummer, babe Hummer babе, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe [Verse 1: MIST] I'm like woah Na, na-na, na, na-na (Na, na) She wan' whine on a boss (She wan' whine) Why can't I spark in the dance? (Why can't I?) Champagne, not wine, that's classy (That's classy) Na, na-na, na, na-na (Na, na) We don't have to go to the bar (No, we don't) Smoke, but don't smoke in my car Done 200 on the Autobahn like "vroom!" Came a long way from the slums Straight outta Birmingham Glass full of rum, gyal wan' share pum-pum It's for the lads, I don't really want none (Bap, bap bap) Rollin (Rollin), Rollin (Rollin) Whole of the gangdem patrolling I'm in the dance with my coat in I ain't gassed but I just had a fff, now I'm floatin' (Ah) [Chorus: Donell Jones & MIST] Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Ah) Scheming on you and your homies Homies, homies, homies, homies (Woah) Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Oh) All chromed out in a hummer, babe Hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe [Verse 2: Burna Boy] Under di sea All this drip 'pon mi neck mek mi feel like I'm under the sea Respect and believe I'm tryna ride bareback if I see say di pum-pum clean 'Cause I'm a freak I'll mek your girl go wild if I show her my new technique Look, pum-pum leak I'm in a different league I'll make it sound like a beat when man'a Beat the pum like a drum Guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum In the room, no clothes, only shoes, Jimmi Choo's Gimmie pum-pum Four gyal a day minimum (Bap, bap bap) Rollin', rollin' Big money stacks I'm holdin' Gelato 41 I'm rolling Only the facts I told them [Chorus: Donell Jones & MIST] Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Woah) Scheming on you and your homies Homies, homies, homies, homies Me and my people be rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Oh) All chromed out in a hummer, babe Hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe [Outro: MIST] Fred Again Toddla T producki Rollin (Rollin), Rollin (Rollin) Whole of the gangdem patrolling