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All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace

She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing

Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris

Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson



And know we all 'bout the bankroll

But got a car for every color of the rainbow

Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch

I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)

Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)

And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)

And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)






Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young nigga stack

Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, nigga what the fuck is that

Nigga that's from, side note I want a mill

Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real

Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind

Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time

This that trap music, urban legend

Bitch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson

Case a nigga wanna test me

Fuck it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this shit up with my team

Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans

Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some shit that you've never seen

Now I'm here with the king



And know we all 'bout the bankroll

But got a car for every color of the rainbow

Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch

I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)

Hundred K, two or three in the sack

And all we know is double up and stay fly



And run that check up, be a hustler till I die



Hold up, what it look like

I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger

Going hard, on an all-nighter

And then I give it back to ya nigga I don't like her

Did shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency

If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac ho check it

Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it

Never hesitate and share a time my peasant

Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence

Fully automatic let you have these pellets

Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone nigga

We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla

Got a bad bitch with no thong with em

And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her

So good made her running back

She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double that

The nigga had her eating double stacks

I fill her pockets full with double stack

She doing right, get another rack

Crib with a hella pad, full of fine bitches hella bad

Ran out of cab nigga never add



And know we all 'bout the bankroll

But got a car for every color of the rainbow

Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch

I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down)

Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)

Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)

And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)

And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)