(Bankroll Got It)
(Diego)
Keep my eye on the money, I'll never go broke, see, I won't allow it
Get to the racks, I never lack, I don't even trust my 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 out the face, gotta ice out the bezel
If you ice out the face, gotta ice out the bezel
Yeah, uh, okay yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, yeah (Yeah, yeah), okay, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, yeah (Yeah, yeah), okay, yeah (Okay, 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 (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, let's go)
Okay, yeah (Okay, yeah), okay, yeah, uh (Yeah)
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