B-B-Bankroll got it
Shh, you don't want no smoke (Shh)
Chop a nigga toe, play eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Grrah)
Playing with the band, 100K in my roll (Band)
He was thirsty, he was lurking, so I set his ass up (What?)
I'ma focus on the money, 'cause I like the way it's thumbin'
My ass so fat that a nigga keep coming
Big brand on my bag, that's a hundred on the tag
Iced out VV, make a broke nigga gag
I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit
I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit
I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch
I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch
Shh (Shh), he crazy (Uh)
Kiss him on the mouth, now the nigga want a baby (Uh)
Young ass bitch, so the nigga had to pay me (Uh)
Rockstar lifestyle, do this shit up on the daily
Huh, hah, he food (Bitch)
You ain't got a man, I don't even see you (What?)
Servin' bales, riding 'round in the droptop coupe
Lil' pissy ass thot, she was fucking on the crew (Thotty)
Like a bald little ho, get shut up
Straight to your drumline, nigga, get clapped up (Grrah)
I'ma a bad ass bitch, I don't know what to tell her
Inside cream paint, white like vanilla
My bitch so bad, mean, no Cinderella
That nigga a catfish, he is a no-go
I popped like eight beans, man, I'm so hard like KD
Ayy, I'm high as fuck, I'm zooted
I don't really got no point to prove
Play that game, you bound to lose
Test me, lil' bitch, I lose my cool
Test me, lil' bitch, I up that tool (Ayy)
I ain't even do the work, man, fuck that school
Fuck that shit, bitch, wait
Fuck that shit, bitch
Nah, for real, fuck that shit
I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit
I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit
I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch
I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch
Shh, lil' pissy (Be quiet)
Ho, you wish, you can't fuck with me (Uh, uh)
Beat a broke ho 'til the bitch get dizzy (Thotty)
Right cheek, left cheek, my pussy millies
I'm a gangster ass bitch, so I need a hood nigga (Uh, uh)
And I make a lot of money, so a bitch be chilling
And I don't give a fuck, ayy, lil' bro, kill 'em (Bitch)
When an opp die, ayy, that's the best fucking feeling (On gang)
You ain't really like that
Do a lil' ho' dirty, she ain't fight back (She ain't fight back, ayy)
They be hitting my phone, I don't type back
You ain't even her bitch, ayy, you type fast (What?)
I be taking them drugs, heard they hit fast (Uh, uh)
Big ass chopper, made a lil' nigga get back (Grrah)
Wanted beef in the street, so you know I'm gon' eat that
On sight, pop out, where you at, lil' bitch? Fuck the chit-chat
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