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travis scott - roley dae 3 lyrics

[intro: yeat]
yeah, this sh+t part two (this is a roley)
yeah
(in the arena!)

[chorus: yeat]
money came in, it’s a roley day
diamonds they dancin’ outside today
take a trip to a island on sat+rday
know these vv jewels came in, it’s your prada day
we on t.v. with this sh+t, what the problem sayin’
i ain’t signin’ no deal ‘less it’s more than i make, and then times it by eight because that’s what i said
when we pull up to cities, we buy all the drop, yeah, we buy all the lean, yeah, we sippin’ on act
best believe i got percs and they stashed in the attic, but i can’t talk ’bout it, they pass through quick
yeah, i know that you cappin’ in all of your raps, ’cause you don’t do sh+t ’bout the sh+t that you say
i’m just tryna go get money, get money, get money, get money, get money, get all this bread
‘fore you even couldn’t talk to me, sh+t been too fed (woo)
i said, “f+ck it, let chop this sh+t up on the jet” (chop this sh+t up on the jet)
i said f+ck it, there’s suicide doors on the jeep (skrrt)
yeah, i said “f+ck it, let’s go,” made me 100k, yeah, in a week
yeah, yeah, i said, “f+ck it, let’s go get the—”
[verse: yeat]
extra clip, took it to the raid
why you smokin’ on dookie? that sh+t hit your brain (ack)
no, i’m not ever gon’ change
why we takin’ that much just to sit on a plane?
do i need to come back and then slap all the sh+t outta you, ’cause you talkin’ that sh+t on my name?
and you don’t know sh+t ’bout the sh+t that you doin’, cause everyone tellin’ me you just look like a lame (lame)
extra work just came in, yeah, it’s the only way i’m high, yeah, it’s the only way i’m sane (sane)
extra money just came in, yeah, it’s the only way i’m flyin’, it’s the only way i’m plane (swerve)
aston martin coupe came in, yeah, this sh+t too crazy, yeah, this sh+t too insane (swerve)
you really gotta be so d+mn high to understand what i’m sayin’ (so high)
i don’t give a f+ck if i blow up today or tomorrow, ’cause i’m with my gang (oh, yeah)
you want to blow up tomorrow, you don’t care about money, you just care about fame (you a lame)
i don’t give a f+ck if i ever blow up, as long as i get my change
yeah, prada, balenci’ on me (on me), chanelly the frames (woo)
boy, you just a stain when it comin’ to me, when it comin’ to us (eer)
yeah, i really went to fifth and put chrome on my heart, ’cause it’s n0body i can trust (eer)
yeah, i’m really gon’ send my shooters, i don’t wanna do sh+t, i don’t even wanna touch
yeah, all these diamonds on my body, yeah, muh’ f+ckin’ carats, i feel like i’m bugs (eer)
yeah, you sold your soul to the whole wrong devil, yeah, you can’t even afford no lunch (eer)
how the f+ck you expectin’ me to come do sh+t for you? you ain’t did sh+t once
you ain’t smokin’ on sh+t, you just smokin’ on mid, boy, what the f+ck is a vlone runtz? (vlone runtz)
bro, we been off the e, i feel all electric like elon musk (yeah)

[bridge: travis scott]
this is a roley, that is a ap
this is my story, i don’t care if they hate me
this is a roley, that is a ap
this is a roley (let’s go), this is a roley (let’s go)
this is a roley, this is a roley (let’s go)
demons inside (‘side), hand in your life (life)
talked to my demon (demon), i ain’t tellin’ no lie (no, no, no, no, no)
talked to my demons (won’t tell), no, it’s no more switchin’ sides (skrrt)
all of your money anemic, hold out my money, tall size (yeah)
boy, you stand on your money, you midget
when i stand on my money, 6′ 5″
when i stand on my money, 6 ‘5″ (go, go, go, go, go)
[chorus: yeat]
money came in, it’s a roley day
diamonds they dancin’ outside today
take a trip to a island on sat+rday
know these vv jewels came in, it’s your prada day
we on t.v. with this sh+t, what the problem sayin’
i ain’t signin’ no deal ‘less it’s more than i make, and then times it by eight because that’s what i said
when we pull up to cities, we buy all the drop, yeah, we buy all the lean, yeah, we sippin’ on act
best believe i got percs and they stashed in the attic, but i can’t talk ’bout it, they pass through quick
yeah, i know that you cappin’ in all of your raps, ’cause you don’t do sh+t ’bout the sh+t that you say
i’m just tryna go get money, get money, get money, get money, get money, get all this bread
‘fore you even couldn’t talk to me, sh+t been too fed (woo)
i said, “f+ck it, let chop this sh+t up on the jet” (chop this sh+t up on the jet)
i said f+ck it, there’s suicide doors on the jeep (skrrt)
yeah, i said “f+ck it, let’s go,” made me 100k, yeah, in a week
yeah, yeah, i said, “f+ck it, let’s go get the—”

- travis scott lyrics

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