Roll the Dice lyrics

[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, for this bag, is you gon' pay the price?
Huh, really havin' n*ggas on your block that night
I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me (Ayy)

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
For this bag, is you gon' pay the price?
Off the love, bet I have a n*gga on your block that night
Off-White cost me somethin' light
For the bands, gamble with my life, I'll roll the dice
A broke b*tch can't be my type
Smoke klock, need a two-five, won't sniff no white
He's a mouse, this n*gga been that all his life
I seen this n*gga in the courtroom with some steak and rice
I need a b*tch with that bag like she spent the night
What I spent last month, you made all your life
What I spent on that bag, I didn't check the price
b*tch, stop doin' di*k for free and rеspect your life
If I say I got a b*tch, then rеspect my wife
I stopped f*ckin' with them f*ck-arounds, I had to change my life
Jody died and it changed my life
I had to keep GiGi on me, grip that b*tch tight
Keep skeezy on me just in case I gotta take flight
Got a couple greazy n*ggas catch you in the same night
And if the b*tch got some ass, she can book her flight
Thirty thousand cash on me now, bet I don't fight
It's this b*tch that I got that I don't like
It's this whip that I bought that I don't like
If it's a check, b*tch, bet, I'ma book a flight
Got a dub and got some neck in the same night
It's this b*tch that I got that I don't like
It's this whip that I bought that I don't like
If it's a check, b*tch, bet, I'ma book a flight
Got a dub and got some neck in the same night
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
n*gga, you ain't talking cash, get the f*ck around
b*tch, I'm 'bout a bag, I had to buckle down
All them b*tches wouldn't f*ck me then, they wanna f*ck me now
That's an awful lotta cash on me, n*gga, how that sound?
She ain't got no bag, tell her f*ck out my face
It ain't sh*t for you to get replaced
I been chasin' cake, really out the way
Huh, b*tch, I'm 'bout a bag, you see it in my name

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh, plain presi' on me with the white face (With the white face)
I ain't a P, but the b*tches do what I say (Do what I say)
I hit the Bay and go crazy like Kanye (Huh?)
My lil' tuck sit bamboo or Bombay (Huh? Huh?)
Why they hatin' on me? n*ggas hella weird (Why?)
I'm a real street n*gga, I be everywhere (Where)
When it come to Mike Amiri, I got every pair (Pair)
Young rich n*gga, blew a fifty, I ain't even care
All my n*ggas step (Step), step (Step)
Slid four days straight, man, them n*ggas got swept (Swept)
All my b*tches thick as f*ck, huh (f*ck), pus*y wet, huh (pus*y wet)
n*ggas said they gon' kill me, okay, bet
n*ggas keep sneak dissin', but I'm hip, though (Hip, though)
Baby, I'm a young king, Sacramento (Huh?)
Really 'bout my bag like I'm DB (Like I'm DB)
Get my pape', then leave, I don't sit long (Huh?)
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
n*gga, you ain't talking cash, get the f*ck around
b*tch, I'm 'bout a bag, I had to buckle down
All them b*tches wouldn't f*ck me then, they wanna f*ck me now
That's an awful lotta cash on me, n*gga, how that sound?
She ain't got no bag, tell her f*ck out my face
It ain't sh*t for you to get replaced
I been chasin' cake, really out the way
Huh, b*tch, I'm 'bout a bag, you see it in my name