Hold Ya Rollie Up Lyrics - Gucci Mane

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up 

If you've got a rollie then hold it up 

If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up 

If you got a rollie then keep it up 

Since my money fat I'm throwin stacks 

Patron shots I'm throwin back 

We look good, I'mma spend some racks 

Turn round back and a brick squad tat 

Taz brought it back but it still don't pass 

Push that Jag with a bag of cash 

All this stash, and I hope it lasts 

And I've never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast 

I ain't even know you was rich like that 

How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that? 

How the hell a nigga got a watch like that? 

How a nigga face to face with some shit like that? 

Better have a mil, we've been like that 

Tell the hoes how the goose is like that 

Whole clique, rock 'n' roll looks like that 

Got chick like this, so we flex like that 

I'm serious, nigga, they're curipus nigga 

These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga 

Don't see it, nigga, can't hear them niggas 

Don't stand there, and don't feel them nigga 

I'm the trill nigga since a lil nigga 

Only difference got it bigger, nigga 

She a eye catcher let er car catcher 

But it's chainless so let the watch go 

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Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up 

If you've got a rollie then hold it up 

If you ain't got a rollie then step it up 

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up) 

A dope boy watch is a Rolex 

Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex 

Everybody in the hood want a Rolex 

You better keep your pistol with your Rolex 

Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce 

I brought the streets back, it needed my voice 

Took the nigga for a check and bought a white Porsche 

Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope 

You want a yacht, master know your mathematics 

Hold your rollie up, and view a real traffic 

I'm not a real rapper, I've got a real chick 

Real street nigga, with a rollie 

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up 

If you've got a rollie then hold it up 

If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up 

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up) 

There's a plan, masterpiece, no AP 

64 Gs tryna freeze me 

My diamonds kicking, Jet Li 

I'm balling hard, no referee 

Brought present watches for the homies 

Crime pay, fuck police 

Came a long way from that Benny 

Getting topped off of my Bentley! 

It's a Daytona, no Hubo 

Got a pink slip, no car note 

I'm balling hard, fucking up a chick 

Real street nigga, I ain't gotta flex 

I can count a mil, don't break a sweat 

That iced out rollie got a pussy wet 

Got your little brother throwing up the set 

Got your lil sister throwing up the set 

Waka Flocka Flame! 

Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game 

If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang 

You a broke nigga, kill yourself - Kurt Cobain 

Squad! 

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up 

If you've got a rollie then hold it up 

If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up 

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)