(Verse 1)
T-Rapp in the mutha$#&@in club about to pump it up
rollin on the block and shawty wanna come wit us

about to bust a cap, cuz you know im T-Rapp
watch the money pile up lookin like a green stack
that's what it is all about gettin that green

and my music so loud it make you wanna lean
get them girls put between if you know what I mean
i'm a straight up (mid)westsider money makin machine

all these rugged (*##$es try to roll up on me
I knock the (*##$ out like Mohamed Ali
I be rollin near clubs wit my stunna shades on

its like going down the hills in my escalada
don't be a hater, cuz i'm a straight up G
it's like Dr. Dre representin Compton Longbeach

all these (*##$es wit me try to roll wit me
but they can't cause they isnt my home G


(Chorus)
Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back
Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back

Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back
Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back


(Verse 2)
Get that money get that cash
about to sit back, and pull out my gat

my homees wit me, about to roll wit me
because we don't $#&@ around like dat
you know what it do T-Rapp bangin that screw

I be $#&@in them (*##$es in my livin room
sippin gin and juice wit my gun by my side
and if you roll wit me, its gunna be suicide

I don't need my weapon step in, put my fist in
now i'm ready for some action, I blast dem (*##$es
all day you know what it do

cuz T-Rapp sittin back while I'm rollin wit you
becuase I'm crazeh N i'm ridin' really low
showin while rollin like i was a criminal but Ay yo

my chain hanglow
like girls was ridin my thang down a rainbow
lay low cause i'ma burn this (*##$ up

i got my top back ima tear this %#@! up

(Chorus)

Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back
Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back
Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back

Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back

(Verse 3)

Dayuuum, I be rollin in my ride wit my homees on da side
cruisin to the southside I'm outside about to outride these snitches
$#&@ these haters it's Money Over (*##$es

rollin on up cause my name is T-Rapp
i be lookin all slick while i bring da team back
holla at a brotha mutha$#&@a you think you got this

but you aint got %#@! i rep like it was compton
I be burnin it up like the westside hood
rollin it out like black-ice could

when you listen to my homies obizzle n' calico
bump up that %#@! to yo mutha$#&@in' stereo
ridin on the freeway wit my top back n

when the police comin' i be goin to Manhattan
and if you think you know me homie you must be craziah
i got the world spinnin as im headed to australia


(Chorus)
Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back

Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back
Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back
Roll-i-Rollin wit my top, Rollin wit my top back