Ring Around The Rolls Lyrics – Rick Ross, YFN Lucci

Read the full Ring Around The Rolls lyrics by Rick Ross and YFN Lucci from the album Set in Stone along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Real n!gga music
Know the fu*k going on (Maybach Music; Huh, huh)
You know every day a celebration, n!gga
Look at all the s*it we been through, look how far we came, n!gga (Huh, huh)
You know we gon’ keep popping bottles
We gon’ keep getting this money
Can’t s*it slow us down
Huh, look

[Verse]
Never spoon-fed, but I always share my bread

Even at a young age, I was two ahead
Look, I was at my lowest, but I held my head
Sharpest n!gga in the room and the tool shed
Look, flow so immaculate, you should see what I battle with
I was in the back of a paddy wagon, shackled and s*it
Now, I spend three hundred stacks to sit in the back of it
Maybaching it, huh, hang back in it, look
Hot n!gga giving b!tches the cold shoulder
I might pour a pint up and only use four sodas
Huh, ten properties, three businesses, one owner
I be really slamming these b!tches like Hulk Hogan
Choke holding, bad b!tches eat hoes and
I don’t give a fu*k if she married, she getting folded
No Trojan, since a kid I been chosen
Plus, I’ve been a player since ring around the rosies, look
Eight out there, I might pull up playing ring around the rosies
Four color-matching trucks, all doors open
Half a ticket on me, ain’t no knot I can’t fold it, look
Bad b!tches keep my clothes folded
She keep her hair in a bun, I keep my gun loaded
Nine millimeter, she my fine mamacita
I can’t lie, she a keeper, that probably why I won’t leave her
Look, all she know is pedicures and Patek Philippe’s
Never met Geneva, you asking why they always shopping with me
‘Cause I get ’em cheaper, look

I can turn a nun to a

[Christian/croissant] (??) and a eater, huh
I can turn a hood rat bum into a diva, look
B!tch pleaser, more cards than Vin Diesel
I can buy like twenty Ferraris with this Visa
Rich people only party with rich people
That’s your b!tch, keep her, you don’t want her? Me neither
Gun battles and drop tops, we celebrate
I’m at the jeweler, we switching up new ones every day
Being jealous of women, that’s what we separate
Time b0mb is destined for me to detonate
Boom, many rats in this b!tch, time to clear the room
Either pray for your n!ggas or let the trigger doom
You been hateful, lil’ homie, since it was middle school
I’ve been grateful to get it just ’cause you wouldn’t do it
Rolls Wraith with Mansory all in the roof
Four doors, I told Nino go get the coupe
I be calling the shots really like when to shoot
I been top of the block, n!ggas, since it was true
All these fu*k n!ggas on the Epstein list
When I just wanna get my whole team rich
The bust down Cuban with the clean chips
Gunplay acting like I ain’t mean s*it
But I bounce back, triple beam s*it
Black Porsche top down and the wing lift
B!tch n!gga, one round, that’s a remix
Six figures, hunnid rounds on the defense (On the defense)

[Outro]
Oh, oh (Ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh
Huh, ten properties, three businesses, one owner
I be really slamming these b!tches like Hulk Hogan
Choke holding, bad b!tches eat hoes and
I don’t give a fu*k if she married, she getting folded
No Trojan, since a kid I been chosen
Plus, I’ve been a player since ring around the rosies, look
Eight out there, I might pull up playing ring around the rosies
Plus, I’ve been a player since ring around the rosies, look
(Maybach Music)