Rolex lyrics

Yea yea yea yea
Ok
Yea yea yea

This is rolex music
Sitting in the back of that 62'
Just me and my boo
Radio killa music
And we always with the baddest hoes
Fuck the status quo

You can't see me
You can't see me
Give a fuck what you think
Blowin' bottles of that drink
You can't see me
You can't see me
Shorty we shut it down down down
You can't see me

Red ferrari
Me and my cutie pie
Blowing money fast
West side shorty till I die
Back to the haters
Wind in my face
Louis vuitton shades
Levi jeans
And I feel like master p
Cuz my cards ain't got limits
Pull a black visa
Buy a black jesus
My ni**ga chris say
He can't imagine what this is
Can't wait till you get home
Ni**a look how we living
Waking up breaking up
With the baddest bitches
I heard my cousin told his mother
That ni**ga getting it
So this one goes out to them haters
Fuck you and your blank stare
Arm out the window
Smiley face
Rolly in the air
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/dream/rolex.html ]
This is rolex music
Sitting in the back of that 62'
Just me and my boo
Radio killa music
And we always with the baddest hoes
Fuck the status quo
You can't see me
You can't see me
Give a fuck what you think
Blowin' bottles of that drink
You can't see me
You can't see me
Shorty we shut it down down down
You can't see me

You already know what it is when you see me
Radio killa straight out of the cpt
Compton if you didn't know
West side till I die
Hair down my back
Gucci print on the bag
Cali swagger
Rolly on my arm
See I've been to hell and back
And I put that on my mom
And now I'm in the building
With the hottest ni**a doing it
Got to get that money baby
That's why I'm pursuing it
It's a celebration
When them gold presidential links
Are wrapped around your wrist
Yea shorty is the shit
So this songs for them haters
Fuck you and your blank stare
Smiley face
Rolly way up in the mother fucking air

This is rolex music
Sitting in the back of that 62'
Just me and my boo
Radio killer music
And we always with the baddest hoes
Fuck the status quo

You can't see me
You can't see me
Give a fuck what cha think
Blowin' bottles of that drink
You can't see me
You can't see me
Shorty we shut it down down down
You can't see me

Yea yea yea you know it
Yea yea yea you know it
Yea yea yea you know it
Comton in this bitch
Yea yea yea yea you know it
Yea yea yea you know it
Yea yea yea
Atl up in this bitch yea