Roll the Dice

Gotta get my money right
Had to roll the dice
Ignore all the haters
Ignore all the hype
Gotta go get in my bag
Now I'm living life
Had to go get to the cash every day and night
It's like
It's a jungle sometimes
Makes me wonder how I keep on going dumber, aye
Makes me wonder how I'm winning all winter, aye
And I'm shitting on these niggas all summer, aye
Fast lane
Two AM
With a bad thang
Ash tray
Full of exotic gas strains
Aye, aye
Douglas! in his bag mane
Aye, aye, aye
Got her wetter than a tundra, aye
You remind me of a Hummer, aye
I let her ride it
Hear the bass bumping?
Bae, I'm coming
When I pull up
She gets excited
Put the flame to the propane then I ignite it
They always throw shade when a young nigga's shining
That pressure turned me to a diamond
My girl gets flyer than you, she's a stylist
Douglas! where ya been?
I was in college
Now I'm on stage 'bout to rage in a mosh pit
Ah
Just a young nigga from the Eight
Had to show 'em how to drip
Douglas! had to demonstrate, aye
Gotta get my money right
Had to roll the dice
Ignore all the haters
Ignore all the hype
Gotta go get in my bag
Now I'm living life
Had to go get to the cash every day and night
It's like
It's a jungle sometimes
Makes me wonder how I keep on going dumber, aye
Makes me wonder how I'm winning all winter, aye
And I'm shitting on these niggas all summer, aye
Douglas!