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[Verse: Mr. Bankroll & Heembeezy]
Yeah, aight
I need five bands, bitch, to get a conversation out of me
Flexing thirty piece to all them n*ggas that done doubted me
Bitch play with me, and I’ma come for her whole family
And honestly, this n*gga got some homosexuality
All these bad bitches, think I hit the lottery
She ain’t wanna fuck me back then, now she toppin’ me
Big chop, fuck a n*gga like robbin’ me
Bitch you know I keep a bankroll in these Robin Jeans
She was real innocent, I turned her to a slut
I said “I love you,” but I only said it just to fuck
[?] hol’ on, lemmе put this in my cup
Caught a opp in the function, finna shoot this shit up
Hm
Get out the way, I finna air this bitch out
Shе was on her period, so I put it in her mouth
I start scamming, so I had to flock a house
He ain’t got no chip, that n*gga pockets in a drought
Fuckin’ n*ggas hoes, waitin’ ‘fore his bitch to call back
Best believe we all straped
It’s me and n*gga, that’s eight pockets and they all full
All you gotta do is not snitch, and we all good
Hm
Bitch you see money when I talk
My bitch pussy wet, some might squirt when she walk
Bitch I’ma buy it, Ion care about the cost
I got money now, you might still catch me in the cross
Do you trust me with yo’ bank account log in?
Shut the fuck up, bitch you do too much talkin’
Ski mask, Fader hoodie, tryna fall in
Sucker kick this this bitch out the whip, get to walkin’
Bitch tried to rub me out my pape’ then get lost
He’s wolfin’, bitch you know I’m quick to set it off
The pussy funny, now my dick going soft
I need money bitch, rich conversation cost
Ion need nobody but my pistol and a condom
Squabble anybody, it’s your daddy or yo’ mama
Put a n*gga in a suit and tie, like Obama
Sent her home in a taxi and not even with the Honda
Hm
N*gga thought we finna squabble, I want my head-busser
My whole gang full of demons, we don’t condone busters
He froze up with the Glock, he not a dome buzzer
Hit this lil’ bitch from the back, I’m a mother-fucker