[Intro: Peewee Roscoe]
We gon' fuck this bitch up
We gon' fuck this bitch up
Gang deep n***a

[Chorus: Peewee Roscoe]
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gon' fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gone fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up

[Verse 1: Bankroll Fresh]
South beach riding on the scooter
Hard right up off and hard right noodle
Chains on me like Rick Da Ruler
Yo bitch face time I just mute her
Spent a dub n***a thats the usual
You rap n***as sounding too musical
I'm trappin' gettin' off the mover
This shit ugly we still movin' em
Super gas or low grade
We got two spots got four Ks
Two shows them bitches both paid
Got two hoes they going both ways
All work off no days
Going to get the Wraith new dealer plates
Set it on fours, motherfuck the bailiff
Coming up Cascade roller skatin'
My stash spot my motivation
I'mma get the Rollie, loaded just dated
Pussy ass n***as keep hatin'
We gon' pull up on that ass be patient
What I'm in this shit built for racing
Theres a waiting list and n***as still waitin'
Black Chrome Hearts, with the steel case
And I'm swaggin' hard, ?
[Chorus: Peewee Roscoe]
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gon' fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gone fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Trap shit, I'm talking AKs and bout eighty k in my mattress
Ha I got pure yay make dope fiends do backflips
On Center Hill, make crack flip
I mix cakes like datpiff
None of the mixtapes n***a keep up
Quarter mill for just that whip
Hundred fifty for them three trucks
Every time you see us we got a hundred on us, thats each bruh
We split pies no pizzas, in the G5 with my feet up
Prolly coming from where a n***a wanna go
Just doing shit you never done before
Tell her run and go get hundred more
Or shut the fuck up n***a what you frontin for
I'm trill, we the Bankroll mob, no cash in the bag, no deal
Still, catch me in the bando
With the smith and wesson with trap on the handle
The number scratched out, you n***as just talk
You finna see a n***a letting off press off
[Chorus: Peewee Roscoe]
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gon' fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gone fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up

[Verse 3: Shad da god]
(god) Hold up, half around my bankroll
Get some top like Kangol
Lock the key to the front door
I serve them through the window (Extendo Serving)
You saw me in the rental and I still ain't stop
I was loaded with indo' (I still can't stop)
Oh, I had the blower, you can see it bitch my shit extendo
AP and sick bracelets on the same arm
I'm doin' too much (I'm doin' too much)
Bankroll Mafia in this shit we gon' fuck this shit up (Fuck it up)
All this juugin' we done did we gon' fuck this shit up
Take this money go feed somebody we don't givin' no fucks
Poppin' shit all in a vevo
You got your hood pass revoked
Don't mean to get on my ego
I got flame on the east coast
Too much game in the vert like free dope
Sippin' on Act no rico
Smokin' on blunts on peacoat
[Chorus: Peewee Roscoe]
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gon' fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up
Call up my n***as, we gone fuck this bitch up
I'm gon' call up them choppers, we gone fuck this bitch up
And I got Street Money, we gon' fuck this shit up
We gon' fuck this shit up, we gon' fuck this shit up