[Intro]
(Diego)
(Bankroll Got It)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your bitch wanna eat me for dinner
I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards
She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I'm trying to get with her
Tool on my side, it's a one hit quitter
Brand new check, got my old bitch bitter
My dog banging the red like Clifford
Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors
I'm in the club trying to fuck on strippers
They just be running they mouth on Twitter
I'ma keep running it up with my n***as
I move my wrist and the stones like glittеr
He said he wanted thе smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, n***a, we coming to get you

[Verse]
Don't speak, man, don't even whisper
He pussy, he born with the whiskers
I'm still sipping lean by the pitcher
And I'm still with 30s, no switching
Run the trap like we running the kitchen
I take the trash out, bro do the dishes
Go to sleep and I be having visions
I'ma get rich 'fore I ever see prison
These n***as baiting like these n***as fishing
Used to be broke, I'm in better position
I put the baddie in different positions
I got some money, I'm still on that mission
I'm sipping Wock', mix it up with the Tristan
Where I'm from, n***as moving real vicious
Where I'm from, it like the golden ticket
Now I cop it, couldn't get it for Christmas
But my bitches so bad, they don't listen
She on her knees, bless me like Christian
She wanna sex me, okay, I'm with it
Bro on the text-free running up digits
Give me a shot and I'm never gon' miss it
Even from half court, you hear the swishes
Want a bag, told her she gotta earn that, rub me right and I'm granting her wishes
Open her mouth, I put dick in it
I'm getting money, it's getting ridiculous
I've seen it all, but I ain't never witness it
I'm in Miami, she eat me like finger-licking
Pinky ring on my hand, got my finger kicking
Pussy wet and I'm putting my finger in it
Trigger happy, bro say that his finger itching
Mafia shit, send you mail with the finger in it
[Chorus]
Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your bitch wanna eat me for dinner
I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards
She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I'm trying to get with her
Tool on my side, it's a one hit quitter
Brand new check, got my old bitch bitter
My dog banging the red like Clifford
Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors
I'm in the club trying to fuck on strippers
They just be running they mouth on Twitter
I'ma keep running it up with my n***as
I move my wrist and the stones like glitter
He said he wanted the smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, n***a, we coming to get you