[Intro: Gucci Mane sample]
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
We ain't slept in weeks, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, ro-, rollin, rollin (Block Beattaz)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane sample]
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
We ain't slept in weeks
[Interlude: Big Sean]
Yeah, (Stickygreen)
Finally famous nigga
What up my nigga Gumbo?, yeah
Be wise [?], you already know what it is
Real music in this bitch
Boogie, ayy
[?], [?], ayy
Ayy, look, ayy
[Verse 1: Jackie Chain]
Poppin-poppin bottles, keep 'em pouring, how we rolling? VIP
It's Jackie Chain (Who the man?) Everybody know it's me
I keep myself surrounded by some dime pieces every night
Tall and-tall and short, th-thick and skinny, Black and white, e-evеry type
K-Keep 'em coming, ain't no secrеt, if she with it, she can get it
But just wait, give me a minute
'C-'Cause right now, the room is spinning
Pouring juice to kick it in, rolling blunts and kicking-kicking it
Music bumping—ain't it something how it get the [?]
Feel the bass it's beating hard against her body, make her horny
Guess she heard I keep them Skittles
That's why she be all up on me
Five purp-purp, and I still ain't high, roll up
Ten-pack of pills, halfway gone, I'm about to (Throw up)
Throwing up, its all good–that just kick my buzz in
Throwing up, its all good–that just kick my buzz in
On the couch, loving the way these girls back-rubbing
Throwing up, its all good–that just kick my buzz in
On the couch, loving the way these girls back-rubbing
Blowing on them Sweets, and your boy about to peak
I've been rollin, rollin, rollin, I ain't slept in weeks-weeks-weeks
[Chorus: Gucci Mane sample & Kid Cudi]
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, slept-slept weeks-weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Oh, oh-oh)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Oh, oh-oh)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
[Verse 2 Kid Cudi]
Word... I can't feel the left side of my face
Stressful thoughts have been replaced with Henny and coke and Jager, man
Jackie told me pump my brakes, I told him, "Pass me something to pop"
Told me-told me not to smoke my weed, I— I should listen, I can't stop
Grabbing models by the arm, I tell 'em to fuck with Moonman
They don't even trip on my aggression, they just take my-take my hand
Then they open up and say, "Do you want to play with me?"
I-I-I-I say, "Baby I'm all about it, my hotel is down the street"
This is kind of how it is when you living young and fast
Management is playing loud, bitches shaking, shaking ass
Zuli try and pass the blunt, I told him that I'ma have to pass
'Cause if I decide to smoke it, I-I will float to leaner
But, my man, is that so bad? Different from reality
I try and tell my nigga, man, whiskey, hope my mom mad-mad at me
My lifestyle is a wild life with style, my brain-my brain on drugs
I won't stop until I'm numb, telling myself the night is young
[Chorus: Gucci Mane sample, Kid Cudi, & Big Sean]
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Young, young, yeah)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Finally famous)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin we ain't slept in weeks (Yeah)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Hell yeah, nigga, rollin')
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Finally famous)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Ass shake, ass shake
Yeah, I like that ass shake
Y'all bitches gon' show me love
I know ya'll hoes ain't that fake
A real G, believe that
Feelin' like Outkast
I'm already big, now I'm finna be on 3 stacks
She on that superman, blue and red cop car
She on that superman, blue and red cop-
She on that superman, blue and red cop car
Can't sing a lick, now she finna be a pop star, pop off
And I can't feel shit my dick-my dick in your bitch
So guess what, there's only one thing left to pop off
Feelin' like a vegetable, with sexy-sexy-sexy clothes
They best dressed, yeah I guess they recognize who they dressin' for
She step in the hall to call her man and just-and just at home
But my hotel is Valentines, all you see is X and O's
And I can't feel my cardio
Motha fuckas walkin' in with shrooms, now I'm finna Mari-Mario
Man I'm livin' with these niggas, fantasizin' life
And I'm prayin' that I make it through the night
'Cause a nigga straight rollin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane sample, & Big Sean]
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Hell yeah, nigga, rollin')
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Famous-famous, niggas, rollin')
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Yeah)
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Hell yeah, nigga, rollin')
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Finally famous, niggas, rollin')
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks
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