(I-island with the cash like Diego)
Let's go
(Ba-ba-Bankroll Got It)
Yavo, show that
She say yay what's that paper, that brand new money
I ain't goin for shit she ain't taking nothing from me
Soon as we get out this car I'ma get in her stomach
I don't take Percs no more so I'm coming
I ain't send no verse she ain't send no money
Like The front end hundreds the back end twenties
Got the front end blue and the back end green
If I don't make it in rap then it's back to the fiends
Man these niggas too "A" like the back of some jeans
Like I'm OCD please vacuum and clean
Got this shit on my own, what the fuck do you mean?
Pull up high with two drugs that cookies and lean
Hop out your bush with a mask he gon' make you scream
At your front door with a mask like it's Halloween
I might knock on your door and tell you trick or treat
Open your door nothin' but glizzys and beans
Snatchin' my chain, something you wanna change
My niggas waiting on the pill I ain't talkin' bout Aleve
If you tell you I'm broke then that nigga deceived
Niggas playin' get wrapped
Got the pac this morning, got it up out of
Yeah I pot up on your corner like Brelan
All thirteen players like
Only he reason he's breathing
'Cause we ain't seen him
She say yay what's that paper, that brand new money
I ain't goin for shit she ain't taking nothing from me
Soon as we get out this car I'ma get in her stomach
I don't take Percs no more so I'm coming
I ain't send no verse she ain't send no money
Like The front end hundreds the back end twenties
Got the front end blue and the back end green
If I don't make it in rap then it's back to the fiends
Niggas keep pillow talking get snatch out their dream
Niggas keep pillow talkin' get snatched out the bed
Shawty given good head almost snatched off her head
He supposed to went to the league but he went to the feds
Nigga thought it was sweet now here comes the meds
Niggas thought it was sweet now he's in the
My nigga don't talk cause he's really a killa
Needs some stripes and a whistle cause I'm too official
She say yay what's that paper, that brand new money
I ain't goin for shit she ain't taking nothing from me
Soon as we get out this car I'ma get in her stomach
I don't take Percs no more so I'm coming
I ain't send no verse she ain't send no money
Like the front end hundreds the back end twenties
Got the front end blue and the back end green
If I don't make it in rap then it's back to the fiends
