Getcha Roll On

(Album: 1UP - 2019)

[T-Pain:]
Hey, I know you waiting 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 telling all your friends about me
And now they wanna get it in on the balcony
We going all night, girl, I'm talking 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 telling 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 blowing 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 putting 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 and then I'ma sext her
And she was like a-whoa, a-yeah, a-Dexter
I be like, bitch, don't kill my vex, huh
Unless you wanna get in that UberX
All I do is just sit back and count checks, uh
But I be losing count, I'm on that Hennessy XO, blur, blur
The wrist full of ice (Yeah), the neck on freezer burner (Ooh)
Keep on talking shit and I'ma have to get the burner (Ooh)
Bitch, keep looking at me, I'ma have to go and learn ya
I get shit straight like a perm, bruh (Yeah, yeah)

I know you waiting 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 telling all your friends about me
And now they wanna get it in on the balcony
We going all night, girl, I'm talking 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 telling 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

[Tory Lanez:]
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 licking, 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 shooting 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 doing 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 flexing 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

[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know you waiting 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 telling all your friends about me
And now they wanna get it in on the balcony
We going all night, girl, I'm talking 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 telling 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