B-b-bankroll got it Shh, you don't want no smoke (shh) Chop a nigga toe, play eeny, meeny, miny, moe Playing with the band, 100k in my roll (band) He was thirsty, he was lurking, so I set his ass up (what?) I'ma focus on the money, 'cause I like the way it's thumbin' My ass so fat that a nigga keep coming Big brand on my bag, that's a hundred on the tag Iced out vv, make a broke nigga gag I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch Shh (shh), he crazy Kiss him on the mouth, now the nigga want a baby Young ass bitch, so the nigga had to pay me Rockstar lifestyle, do this shit up on the daily Huh, hah, he fu (bitch) You ain't got a man, I don't even see you (what?) Servin' bales, riding 'round in the droptop coupe Lil' pissy ass thot, she was fucking on the crew (thotty) Like a bro, little ho, get strapped up Straight to your drumline, nigga, get clapped up I'ma a bad ass bitch, I don't know what to tell her Inside cream paint, white like vanilla My bitch so bad, mean, no Cinderella That nigga a catfish, he is a no-go I popped like eight beans, man, I'm so hard like kd Ayy, I'm high as fuck, I'm zooted I don't really got no point to prove Play that game, you bound to lose Test me, lil' bitch, I lose my cool Test me, lil' bitch, I up that tool (ayy) I ain't even do the work, man, fuck that school Fuck that shit, bitch, wait Fuck that shit, bitch Nah, for real, fuck that shit I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit I'ma rock that shit, I'ma rock that shit I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch I'ma rock that bitch, I'ma rock that bitch Shh, lil' pissy (be quiet) Ho, you wish, you can't fuck with me Beat a broke ho 'til the bitch get dizzy (thotty) Right cheek, left cheek, my pussy millies I'm a gangster ass bitch, so I need a hood nigga (uh, uh) And I make a lot of money, so a bitch be chilling And I don't give a fuck, ayy, lil' bro, kill 'em (bitch) When an opp die, ayy, that's the best fucking feeling (on gang) You ain't really like that Do a lil' ho' dirty, she ain't fight back (she ain't fight back, ayy) They be hitting my phone, I don't type back You ain't even her bitch, ayy, you type fast (what?) I be taking them drugs, heard they hit fast (uh, uh) Big ass chopper, made a lil' nigga get back (grrah) Wanted beef in the street, so you know I'm gon' eat that On sight, pop out, where you at, lil' bitch? Fuck the chit-chat