Rollin

[Verse 1: Like] You keep talking this new west But dude we been there, you left Still pouring henny, doing our two steps OGs, YGs, millionaires, hugh-hefs, young bosses Since a little kid been dreaming to run office Along with my compadres we doing this here all day Y'all play, we all working What y'all working? Oh you job searching? You talking to the wrong person I just seen my little homies at the mall jerking It brings a smile to my face to know we all working And guess what? We got busy once y'all deserted As long as love's in the mix, we all deserve it [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Let me show you what it feels like What it feels like Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin' Oh, oh, oh, oh Let me show you what it feels like What it feels like Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin' Oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 2: BeYoung] Stepping out the house ashy Floss on niggas, how I do it? never ask me Skating in the Caddy, the car wash from Betos My nigga got a baby pit, we finna hit up Petco Let's smoke, roll with me, we only roll sticky Back to back, wrap for wrap, smoke the whole fifty Fuck 'em up real quick, had to phone Nipsey Watch niggas take it back like a cold Mickeys Uh, make it funkier than old Dickies Lil' niggas slapbox outside stick him Got the terminator dipping through the whole city Cali's finest, get the dough quickly [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Let me show you what it feels like What it feels like Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin' Oh, oh, oh, oh Let me show you what it feels like What it feels like Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin' Oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Mibbs] I can't get enough of this LA life This 405 traffic, money hungry bitches, kush in all classes No need to ask girl, you know where max live West coast, left coast, home of the Pac Div Out in Manhattan beach, canvas sneaks Pouring cognac for my man who deceased No rest, no sleep in this scandalous streets It can be broad daylight nigga handle your beef Ain't no feeling better than coupe'ing with no ceiling With money like a trap star, no dope dealing Just brought back that old home feeling You know '64 impala with the chrome engine [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Let me show you what it feels like What it feels like Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin' Oh, oh, oh, oh Let me show you what it feels like What it feels like Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin' Oh, oh, oh, oh