Getcha Roll On (feat. Tory Lanez)

Hey I know you waitin' 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 tellin' all your friends about me And now they wanna get it in on the balcony We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' 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 tellin' 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 blowin' 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 puttin' 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 then I'ma sext her And she was like, "Uh, woah, uh, yeah, Dexter!" I be like, "Bitch, don't kill my vex", huh "Unless you wanna get in that UberX", uh All I do is just sit back and count checks, uh But I be losin' count, I'm on that Hennessy XO, blur, blur The wrist full of ice (yeah), the neck on freezer burn (ooh) Keep on talkin' shit and I'ma have to get the burner (ooh) Bitch, keep lookin' at me, I'ma have to go and learn ya I get shit straight like a perm, bruh (yeah, yeah) I know you waitin' 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 tellin' all your friends about me And now they wanna get it in on the balcony We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' 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 tellin' 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 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 lickin', 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 shootin' 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 doin' 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 flexin' 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 (yeah) I know you waitin' 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 tellin' all your friends about me And now they wanna get it in on the balcony We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' 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 tellin' 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