| Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
|
| Chrome stick like golf clubs
|
| All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
|
| Party pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
|
| Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
|
| They heard the AMG exhaust
|
| Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
|
| I would never trust the bitch
|
| I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
|
| She ain’t even see me geeked
|
| I refuse to take them Cartiers off
|
| I got that bag on me always
|
| I use to serve in them hallways
|
| Posted with niggas with long K’s
|
| Keep my some niggas that gone spray
|
| Went from a deuce to a four a day
|
| Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape
|
| Oh girl I can’t resist I love the taste
|
| Got me flexin' bankrolls in these bitches face
|
| Got them fuckin in second switchin place
|
| Top shotta, its time to celebrate
|
| Its inside but we gettin hella cake
|
| Money get tall just watch the shit elevate
|
| Broke niggas hell yeah they
|
| I’mma get what these niggas never ever make
|
| In the trap without a trap I’m forever straight
|
| LG doin a hundred on the interstate
|
| Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
|
| Chrome stick like golf clubs
|
| All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
|
| Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
|
| Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
|
| They heard the AMG exhaust
|
| Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
|
| I would never trust the bitch
|
| I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
|
| She ain’t even see me geeked
|
| I refuse to take them cars exhaust
|
| I was trappin out a loft
|
| Tried to cross me, I’m boss
|
| Told your bitch it was millions big
|
| Yo bitch, we don’t have friends
|
| Lord knows we got alotta sins
|
| Got a couple dead homies we won’t see again
|
| Gotta stack this cash for them dead friends
|
| Pull to the left, it’s a dead end
|
| Shad just told me that the feds in
|
| I’m riding with AR and carbins
|
| I told Shad to be caushous
|
| We having them sticks at the offace
|
| You dieing if you just walk in
|
| Fuck nigga
|
| Oops I meant he lying
|
| Niggas swag
|
| Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
|
| Chrome stick like golf clubs
|
| All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
|
| Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
|
| Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
|
| They heard the AMG exhaust
|
| Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
|
| I would never trust the bitch
|
| I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
|
| She ain’t even see me geeked
|
| I refuse to take them cars exhaust
|
| I know what getting money about
|
| I’ll bring all the pounds to the house
|
| Said lil bitch
|
| Put that bitch where I fucked up her mouth
|
| A thousand trapped, had to run that car out
|
| Pints shipped to the south
|
| Hundred thousand
|
| Got 90 hoes tryna fuck me for clout
|
| Bright life, brought the apples
|
| Fuck beef, brought the animals out
|
| Everybody
|
| the hoe
|
| Put a spell on a hoe, on the floor
|
| Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
|
| Chrome stick like golf clubs
|
| All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
|
| Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
|
| Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
|
| They heard the AMG exhaust
|
| Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
|
| I would never trust the bitch
|
| I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
|
| She ain’t even see me geeked
|
| I refuse to take them cars exhaust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Money About , by - Bankroll Mafia. Song from the album Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп