letra de what money about - bankroll mafia
[hook: shad da god]
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 b-tch goin off
everybody lock jaw, all my n-gg-s 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 b-tch
i refuse to take a motherf-ckin’ loss
she ain’t even see me geeked
i refuse to take them cartiers off
[verse 1]
i got that bag on me always
i use to serve in them hallways
posted with n-gg-s with long k’s
keep my some n-gg-s 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 b-tches face
got them f-ckin in second switchin place
top shotta, its time to celebrate
its inside but we gettin h-lla cake
money get tall just watch the shit elevate
broke n-gg-s h-ll yeah they
i’mma get what these n-gg-s never ever make
in the trap without a trap i’m forever straight
lg doin a hundred on the interstate
[hook: shad da god]
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 b-tch goin off
everybody lock jaw, all my n-gg-s 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 b-tch
i refuse to take a motherf-ckin’ loss
she ain’t even see me geeked
i refuse to take them cars exhaust
[verse 2]
i was trappin out a loft
tried to cross me, i’m boss
[hook: shad da god]
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 b-tch goin off
everybody lock jaw, all my n-gg-s 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 b-tch
i refuse to take a motherf-ckin’ loss
she ain’t even see me geeked
i refuse to take them cars exhaust
[verse 3]
[hook: shad da god]
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 b-tch goin off
everybody lock jaw, all my n-gg-s 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 b-tch
i refuse to take a motherf-ckin’ loss
she ain’t even see me geeked
i refuse to take them cars exhaust
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