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