作词 : Bailey, Coles, Cummings, Maman
Yo roll  yo' roll
My roll  my roll
Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son

My roll  tell that bitch Keisha come here

Tell that bitch Keisha come here man
Two dutches  hollar  hollar

Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn

It's on a breathin'  it's slice on

I want that honey's bracelet
Gettin' it over there

Aiyo what's in it  Three M's in the bank

Shoot it  oh you gotta stop
Six bitches  to the top

A four and better  beat the five

I looked him in his eyes  grabbed the dice
Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya f**kin' life
Money feed good  all downs is a bet
Meanin'  any money on the ground is a bet
Open up the pool  get a dicin' room

Aight bitches  use Pampers  girls need a nice room

That's a six  I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic
If you ass-bettin'  you just bet yo' ass
Nah  I got the money  I even got one wit' me
And 'Von bring it too  he on his way to come get me
He just hit me  he'll be here in fifteen
With them two things  grey Benz and maroon seats

I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves
The rest is in my longjonhs  boots and jeans
Come in the buildin'  before I pay I wanna see a three
Come in the buildin'  nigga
Pop your collar do whatever you do best

Just pop your collar up the ladder to the hill of success

Aiyo  aiyo  aiyo  he had three down and bet three M's
So you know what happened to him
He got three rounds  we all ex-dealers

Ex-killers  we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla

I hold my own and rep my niggas
Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas
Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures
He told me not to worry  all cheques is clearin'
So f**k my rhymes  I got the best appearance

And I survive through project experiences
You wanna roll dice or roll and ride
No matter  you gon' get holes inside
See you f**kin' with Theodore Dieni
You f**kin' with a metaphor King Pin
You f**kin' with him  Wu-Tang
Wu  you f**kin' with them
Dun  do you wanna gun to make you slim
So I'ma pop my collar  get my dollars

Pop all parlors and f**kin' with money scholars
Matter of fact I'm gonna f**k with rockweilers
Pop your collar do whatever you do best

Get your dollar New York  up the ladder to the hill of success
Pop your collar you know what we gonna do

Just pop your collar New York  say no more  New York  say no more
Let off the Jackey Don  rollin' the dice with a happy arm
Everything good  money on wood
Bank stoppers  I send them home broke
Have them all in they stash  bettin' they own coat
I takes it all  fifty and better  you make the call
Watch you break your all  big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall
High roller  see how my dice kiss
Push you pay me  and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch
I rocks  believe it or not
Come broke to a dice game  step off and leave with a knot
Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
What's in the pop  A 00 g's to the bank to the man  who got it stopped
My hand is like a gun  feel the heat when it's cocked
4-5-6 your heart drop  way deep in your socks
You wanna walk  broke your ass down the street with a bop
The drinks is on you tonight  from my peeps in the spot
Pop your collar do whatever you do best  yo
Get your dollar up the ladder to the hill of success
Pop your collar you know what we gonna do
Just pop your collar pop us  do us