Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Money About, artist - Bankroll Mafia. Album song Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bankroll Mafia, EMPIRE
Song language: English
What Money About |
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 |