Various Artists Rollout (My Business) [Source Version] lyrics

Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

I got my twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
Man, I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans, a whoop ass, you did a good ass job
Of just eyein' me, spyin' me

I got my twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Man, that car don't come out 'til next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back
'Cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin'
Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'

Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin' three-coast meals?
Gettin' goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose


I got my twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Are you custom-made, custom-paid or you just custom-fitted?
Play station 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips, touchin' lips
To the top of the dick

Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it

I got my twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business

Stay the fuck up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business 'cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine

Ah ah, Timberland, Ludacris
Disturbing The Peace