Rollin' On 20's - Lil' Flip

Here we go

Welcome to my world nigga

Of Cadillacs and sex,

Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back, uh

I know you see us, you wanna be us, with jam master j on my adidas

Plus I ride around in 2 seaters

I hope it’s cold coz I’m comin with my heater

I’m on the feeda doing one fifty

Can’t you tell by my cup I’m pimpin

And if I hit one time she’s limpin

And if he’s drink one down he’s sippin

Coz we don’t do it like that over here

How we do it is grip grain on the steer

Like killer mike, all I do is dream about sex

But when I wake up I have a dream about a check

And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my vett'

And the polls raise up and it aint came out yet I’m speed racer

Chorus:

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (I pull up with the top off)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinning (Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop out)

I got a need for speed get in the truck with me

Or we can stop in the back n doin a buck fifty

I’m so gangsta the chicken heads don’t wanna fuck wit me

But you can love me or hate baby your stuck wit me

And I’m a float til the police come and get me

We run this city you can’t do nuttin wit me

There’s young Red ya’ll, I’m rollin something sticky

You see the 20's believe they wanna dip in there

And I ain’t really got nothin to lose

So I loved from 22's start spreadin the news

Let’s speed it up a little ho’s love the juice

Soon as they spot the drop man they gotta be the shoes

The fast slingers want to nigger lay ahead night

Look for the green stay away from the red light

Them old folks hear me creepin up the street

Coz they know I got them, I got them woofers in my jeep, nigga

(Chorus)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (I pull up with the top off)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinning (Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop out)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (We never do the speed limit)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (My cars so hot that you can’t even breath in it)

(Say)

(What)

(There goes the law’s man)

(What, where?)

(They getting behind us man, right now)

(Stop lying man, you lying)

(Don't worry about it were in a Lamboghini man)

(I'm gone)

I got a lambo, I got a drop J plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that

Now everbody be like, where you shop at?

And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that?

Thats when I look back and say I’m a superstar

And if it costs a hundred grand it’s a super car

I’m still ballin 20's still crawlin

Like retarded kids my DVD fallin

Label still calling but we already signed

We about to be legends like Morris Day and the Time

When paul gave me a call, man, I had to do it

I got a rep where I’m from so I had to screw it, uh

I’m from the home of the Houston Texans

The only horse we ride is in our Lexus

Nowadays everybody want a chop on blades

But we been doing that so ya’ll better behave

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (I pull up with the top off)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinning (Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop out)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (We never do the speed limit)

On 20's (on 20's)

My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)

These ho’s grinnin (My cars so hot that you can’t even breath in it)