(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
(D-Diego)
Keep my eye on the money, I never go broke
See, I won't allowit
Getto the racks,I never lack
I don't even trustmy own accountant
SRT, no Audi, uh, diamonds they wet like Dory, yeah
Dumping these niggas like Lori, yeah
They always switch up their story, yeah
Applying the pressure, ain't nobody better
Way up in the sky, bitches not on my level
Mickey Mouse all over my Gucci sweater
We with the shit, my whole gang full of rebels
I don't trust no one that dance with the devil
If you ice up the face, gotta ice up the bezel
If you ice up the face, gotta ice up the bezel
Yeah, uh, okay yeah, uh (Yeah-yeah)
Okay yeah (Yeah, yeah), okay yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Okay yeah (Yeah, yeah), okay yeah (Okay yeah, let's go)
Okay yeah (Okay yeah), okay yeah, uh (Yeah)
See, I drop the top on you niggas, I ride right past and keep shit pushing (Let's go)
Wave to a hater, say "Bye" (Bye)
But to the money, say "Hi"
Chrome hearts or these Matthew Williams
Which one? Can't decide
Walk in Dior, buy it all, don't care about the price
Got bitches so mad, these bitches broke and bitter, taste like Sour Patch
So then relax 'fore I take your nigga, I won't give him back
Way up, way up, way up, I'm way up (Let's go, yeah)
Yeah, uh, okay yeah, uh (Yeah-yeah)
Okay yeah (Yeah, yeah), okay yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Okay yeah (Yeah, yeah), okay yeah (Okay yeah, let's go)
Okay yeah (Okay yeah), okay yeah, uh (Yeah)
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