DJ Drama - High Rollers lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & Pharrell] Okay, this today's lecture On how it should be done Yessir Why I keep having to school y'all n***as? [Verse 1] Yo Behind the door there was gat-man Who was also known for robbin' Aquaman cooked the coke and kept the Superman saucy A dirty n***a that wasn't known for washin' [?] Eventually the n***a started cookin' Creation nothing but the reverse of 12-B The tumultuous life of Skateboard P I hang with white people but you don't know me I seen, n***as run down stood over and gunned down One shot up in his arm, then he spun 'round Now how does in front of his son sound? And get his dog it was just one round For the ready rock they smoke that sh** on cans I was rockin' flattops and rockin' slip-on Vans Screamin' "k**a dude!", and rolling my pants up As the ghetto b**hes mixed the neighbourhood dances up But this wasn't a soft place Friendship villages threw the smile off ya face Trainin' em young, they were schoolin' 'em mane Fifteen k**er n***as face cool as a fan Told them "The right bullet hole will free one's soul Let you control the block and get a ve-hicle" So I, started pacin' the X of my situation Then I became the bases of, see style's translation Sure I'm on that brothership but I started thinking color-less Like my favorite watch but I had to get the other wrist Reporters like "Yo, so what you done good?" Fall back b**h, I brought computers to the hood [Hook] Whether you ride or you above the law Make money money, make money money money Don't even try if you afraid to fall n***a make money money, make money money money Keep your mommies that'll ride with the dice taped with the raw Make money money, make money money money Ask police state-fly, keep your gangstas on call So we make money money, make money money money [Verse 2] I got Model b**hes to drive me on sixes Condos in Paris with million-dollar pictures Smoke like a sailor, drink tushy two-up s**in' my dick because she love the way I grew up Huh? You talkin' to me? You gon' do what? Yes he's got the gat and he can pull two-up Them sh**s is mind-blowing Where he grew up they wear rags with they eyes showin' Four in the morning you hear the nines blowin' Armour all on they cars to keep the shine goin' We order cars with special features The two-tone rose, the b**h got alopecia Who got vitiligo, intended color cycle White and tan and brown, call it Michael I just might go down to the beach Absorb the heat, pick up a couple freaks Eyes lead them between my sheets Then eyes lead them right beneath Downstairs, right in the lobby I'm not being co*ky But snugglin' is [?] [Hook] [Verse 3] Kilos, C-notes, speedboats pe coastal See low we smoke chocha treochos That's what eighty-five percent of n***as envision While the real ten percent get caught and go to prison The other five percent them n***as end up missing Probably on the coastal bellies deep sea fishing Blowin' perfect rings out the Cuban cigar Their daughters turn 16 get 'em Italian cars The world is yours f** it how 'bout Mars? I know your mother told ya' "Aim for the stars" Let's get right n***a cut short the laugh and Get in touch with high B with the half hand The dope is opium comes from Afghan So let's make millions and blow up like a gas can You wanna shine don't you? Like the rocks glisten But you ain't tryna listen, you on a f**in' mission [Hook]