Greg Ogan - Roll lyrics

[Intro: Sean Kingston} + (Flo Rida) Go on gamble with it, show me I'm the mon Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand Let me see that a** roll, roll, roll Roll, roll - there it go! It's Kingston and Flo Rida (Flo Rida) Kingston and Flo Rida (Sean Kingston) Kingston and Flo Rida (J.R. on the track, Poe Boy) Kingston and Flo Rida (Let's get it!) [Hook 2X: Sean Kingston] Go on gamble with it, show me I'm the mon Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand Let me see that a** roll, roll, roll Roll, roll - let it go! [Flo Rida] Heyyy, I could be the man, that's if shorty understand it Roll the police, when the feddy gigantic Pull over, Flo Rida can handle it Go on place your bets, are we there yet? Atlantic City to Vegas, Plies too bust it babies I stay on the transit get pretty p**y from Haiti Craps tables invaded, great, walk wit ya lady Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin lately Yeah, we could play "Ca-sino," you can be my, Ginger Sam Rothstein, shorty I supply the dealers I gotta thank my nugga, ropin off the game pit Boss, ghetto broads, go on show me I'm the man [Hook] [Flo Rida] Heyyy, got money on the shooter am I talkin 'bout the Ruger The man at roulette, click click, I'm no loser Girl you da sh**, Southern slang for manure The Bucci conniseur when I'm drinkin on Kahlua Whoa, see this rose, gal I won't try you with two-lips/tulips I'm compin Ro-se, all my chickens hot as Hooters I'm Mandalay Bay the Bellagio abuser My paper don't amuse ya then you haven't seen my Muller Hard Rock Hotel, I need the pink Flamingo Gamble a female like her hips is playin cee-lo Check our your Chanel see, I ain't stroke your, ego I'm Hef with the gazebo, pure cooker youse a kilo [Hook] [Flo Rida] Seven-eleven, there it go, I call it, no guessin Ain't naked but all the shorties they lookin at you they threatened I reckon it's cause you high-rollin, they beggin you bettin Snake eyes while you collectin, them thighs I will invest in Thousand dollar chips for your thousand dollar hips Got these thousand dollar gifts, leave more thousand dollar tips I'll be your supplier, spin it like a dryer Roll for me baby be my NASCAR tires I know the odds of winnin, like I do mobster linens The gangster proud of women, I call it Robin Givens Flo Rida extort ya, take you Pinto to Porsche Say look what your bottom bought ya, now do what your momma taught ya Go on~! [Hook]