Zaytoven What's up, Dre? (Ha, woo) What's up, Ball? (It's Guwop, Rich Homie) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the folks (Ha) P-Max (Get busy) No gettin' 'cause she foreign Smoke Afghan, it's foreign Got big cars, they foreign Now I'm doin' foreign No passport, she foreign Brand new drop, it's foreign Green sheet type, she foreign She like the money foreign Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me Your ho on the score, you know my unc' on dope A lil' short hand chopper under my peacoat So how these hoes gon' stop the guap when the cops can't stop? I dropped my iPhone, cracked it and my top subtracted And I spend my money faster I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor I was ridin' round with bricks in my trunk, man Same year that Jordan dropped the Jumpman I was in the county playin' tomp by the bunk man Now I'm in the Lamb truck in the front, I gives a damn Sellin' gram after gram, never credit card scam Want some credit? Let a nigga hold your debit card, ma'am Give me, pussy, ass and mouth, so I call the bitch Pam Since I'm saving all my money, you should me Young Sam I been serving niggas Debbie since a very young man Got a stash box with a tommy gun in my damn van No gettin' 'cause she foreign Smoke Afghan, it's foreign Got big cars, they foreign Now I'm doin' foreign No passport, she foreign Brand new drop, it's foreign Green sheet type, she foreign She like the money foreign Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me, shit, the molly on me I fuck your ho in the sprinter, I pour a fo' up for dinner I go to Cuba for winters, I smoke and sip and do lemons I'll fuck a public affiliate, I'm talkin' public defenders Pull up in something offend ya, my bitch got choppas extended I took my ho to Toppano, she sniffed that Rosie O'Donnell On camera, she go Madonna, I ate her up like quick grinders I paint a picture with models, I call up Pewey and Caso He brought a chick, she Sicilian, I engineer her like Dillon I flew a chick from Tahe, she brought a friend, she Belize I met her man at Four Seasons, I ain't been back in four seasons She said she love to give me money, it's the money she love I take that ho up out the projects, made her Mexico, bruh No gettin' 'cause she foreign Smoke Afghan, it's foreign Got big cars, they foreign Now I'm doin' foreign No passport, she foreign Brand new drop, it's foreign Green sheet type, she foreign She like the money foreign Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me Forgiato, straight 8, I'm on a high speed chase Two hunnid on the interstate 'cause I can't catch no case Tryna hit up Gucci Land, but he won't pick up the phone Thinkin' like El Chapo, we can't lose no loads I like to stack my money up, I can't stand bankrolls Thirty-six ounces in the brick, I add four more That's a forty ounce brick, you get it for twenty-four Old school like Magic, I no-look pass dope I drop a brick just like Buffalo just dropped T.O I ain't never seen a drop, bricks jump out the floor Old school, G.T.O., bricks stuffed in the door And I don't stop at red lights, everything is a go No gettin' 'cause she foreign Smoke Afghan, it's foreign Got big cars, they foreign Now I'm doin' foreign No passport, she foreign Brand new drop, it's foreign Green sheet type, she foreign She like the money foreign Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me Got designer on me, Cavalli on me The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me I'm a motherfuckin' stoner, I put that shit on my mama Got my pistol with me now, you try me, bitch, I'ma gun you You ain't no boss, you pussy boy, you's a motherfuckin' runner Fuck the jury, the judge, the prosecutor and Your Honor From the 'burg, with these young niggas, they got hearts in them I'm in the streets, pussy nigga, no such thing as friends I might pull up on your block with a ho block and a fo' pot Drop a fo' walk, what you wanna cop? Keep the door locked, shooters gon' pop Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes With a phone full of hoes and they trippin' And yeah, I know some partners and they throwed with some shawty by the door With some killer niggas standing by the kitchen And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on me