Getcha Roll On

Hey

I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you hold on?

Just make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on

'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a slow song

You got me and I got you, now what can go wrong?

And you keep tellin' all your friends about me

And now they wanna get it in on the balcony

We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' so long

I got that wake up for you, baby, make sure everybody in here

Getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Now you keep tellin' all your friends about me

And now they wanna get it in on the balcony

So getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Hey, yeah, I got like four phones

The AC in the Mini Cooper blowin' snow cones

I got like five bad chicks, don't wanna go home

Yeah, it's a vibe, it's a vibe, yeah, I'm so gone

'Cause I've been puttin' in that work and now it's time to chill

And my bitches came through with all kind of pills

I told her, I get too high then I'ma sext her

And she was like, "Uh, woah, uh, yeah, Dexter!"

I be like, "Bitch, don't kill my vex", huh

"Unless you wanna get in that UberX", uh

All I do is just sit back and count checks, uh

But I be losin' count, I'm on that Hennessy XO, blur, blur

The wrist full of ice (yeah), the neck on freezer burn (ooh)

Keep on talkin' shit and I'ma have to get the burner (ooh)

Bitch, keep lookin' at me, I'ma have to go and learn ya

I get shit straight like a perm, bruh (yeah, yeah)

I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you hold on?

Just make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on

'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a slow song

You got me and I got you, now what can go wrong?

And you keep tellin' all your friends about me

And now they wanna get it in on the balcony

We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' so long

I got that wake up for you, baby, make sure everybody in here

Getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Now you keep tellin' all your friends about me

And now they wanna get it in on the balcony

So getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

I know this 1942, it got you so gone

Nah, this ain't a interview, ain't shit to prolong

She let me touchdown, I tell her, "Go long"

I get to lickin', I be in it for the whole song

She take them pants off, Luther Vandross

Come and get it, baby, do it with your hands off

You gon' get it like I put it in the hand-off

Get to shootin' in that pussy like a standoff

Super lit, lit (lit), she ain't average (she ain't average)

Hit a split on the dick, she a savage (she a savage)

She get on top of me and start doin' gymnastics

She clean as ever but I love when she get nasty

Might even let her run right through this check

When I'm with you, I'm flexin' on my ex

That's why I let you come on the road, might even fuck at the show

I got too nasty with your girl, now you can't fuck her no more (yeah)

I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you hold on?

Just make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on

'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a slow song

You got me and I got you, now what can go wrong?

And you keep tellin' all your friends about me

And now they wanna get it in on the balcony

We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' so long

I got that wake up for you, baby, make sure everybody in here

Getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on

Now you keep tellin' all your friends about me

And now they wanna get it in on the balcony

So getcha roll on, getcha roll on

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on