Listen to $150 / Roll Widdit by Healy

$150 / Roll Widdit

Healy

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Good vibes, yeah we 'bout 'em Started off from the bottom and we're still here My stipends got me solemn 2 weeks and $150 dollars worth I guess I'll get a job I guess I'll show up for my moms and my pops Prove 'em that I am an average guy And that I ain't wastin' my time just Roll up that green Just to catch up on sleepin' We spend the whole semester up in the deep end, I know In the deep end, I know But still, small shit take my mellow My Lucky Charms ain't got enough marshmallows And when you judge by a color Nobody knows greener meadows I don't got much but I roll wit' it And all my good friends they roll wit' me If you got a problem, take it up with me 'Cause talk behind my back, I can't roll wit' ya If ya boys got beef, we can roll wit' it In the club or the street, we can roll wit' it It don't make me nothin', blow for blow wit' it Crack his head wit' a gun, I'ma sho split it But Juice got weed, but Juice got pills But Juice got that work on the corner cuttin' deals But Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real So Juice got some gang kids down for the kill Well Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sittin' on a mil' We ball out in the club wit' our kids stayin' trill We never wrote a check, just them big face bills Well our playas drinkin' Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka Wearin' mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca Seen ya main girl and a player had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk, but her face was The Shocker The feds takin' pictures of us ballin', but I got 'em 7 footer hole for his body, we gon' drop 'em Always on the grind, we be watchin' when they watchin' And when they turn they back, it's the clucka-clucka-rock 'em, yeah I don't got much but I roll wit' it And all my good friends they roll wit' me If you got a problem, take it up with me 'Cause talk behind my back, I can't roll wit' ya If ya boys got beef, we can roll wit' it In the club or the street, we can roll wit' it It don't make me nothin', blow for blow wit' it Crack his head wit' a gun, I'ma sho
Writer(s): Ethan Healy, Conrad Lien Hsiang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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