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Uh
Bankroll Got It
Uh
I'm finna kill this b*t*h, let's go
It's Rich Youngin, 4X (Blatt)
4X, 4X (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
It's 4X, ah, ha (Blatt)

Young rich n***a, I bought all my ice (I bought all this sh*t)
Uh, and I'm pourin' Wock' on ice (Uh)
I'm on their a** like white on rice
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h, I don't give her advice (Uh, uh)
Signed with Baby, sh*t changed my life
My n***as gon' slide, if I'm wrong or I'm right (Uh)
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp a** n***a
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

I'm killing this b*t*h all night (Uh)
I hit her with all my might (Uh)
She know I d**k her down just right
If she eat the d**k good I might buy her a flight
I might buy her a bag (Uh), if the b*t*h could go get me a bag
She love when I f**k from the back
I'm not her father, she callin' me, "Daddy" (Let's go)
I let my brother tag in, that b*t*h booty big, got a wagon (Uh)
You know I'm a dog, I'm a drag her
I ain't cuffin' that nat, I'ma pa** her (Uh)
I throw me a Perc' back and be higher than NASA (Uh)
This ice got me cold like Alaska
They know Stunna get sharp than a dagger
Ain't finna beef with no rapper, lil' b*t*h, I'm a bagger
Don't pa** me no Henny, why not?
'Cause I'm pourin' Wock' on rocks
Uh, could've poured this sh*t on my watch
Ayy, look at these pointers around my clock
B*t*h, I got more hoes than Flavor Flav
If that n***a hatin', then he a f**kin' lame (Lame)
Bada** lil' n***a, I paved the way
Used to be broke, now I ball like Damon Wayans (Ball)
Young rich n***a, I bought all my ice (Uh)
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice
I'm on their a** like white on rice
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h, I don't give her advice (Thot, thot)
Signed with Baby, sh*t changed my life (On gang)
My n***as' gon' slide, if I'm wrong, I'm right
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp a** n***a
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

Hit him with the stick on sight
Make a n***a do the moonwalk like Mike
Smack a rap n***a like Ike
Every time I run into that f**k boy, he be playin' nice
Shoot a-shoot a f**k n***a on sight
Down a couple pounds, and catch me a flight
Truth be told, I'm only here for the night
Tryna catch a girl, get a girl, f**k on your wife
Truth be told, I'm at war with the opps
Leave a n***a cold like some daiquiri
And I keep a fully loaded MAC with me
And I'm sick of Uncle Sam taxin' me
I ain't never broken bread with no thot
Ain't no thot even askin' me
She got good pu**y like a ma**ager
Stick it in, she relaxin' me
Pulled down for the backend
I done got the MAC in, you don't even know I'm packin'
Quarterback, throw a pack in
Middle man slackin', he in need for a whackin'
Rich Youngin', what's brackin'?
Twistin' fingers up, we call that stackin'
Get caught relaxin'
Where I'm from, n***a, we call that lackin'
Young rich n***a, I bought all my ice
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice
I'm on their a** like white on rice
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h, I don't give her advice (Thot, thot)
Signed with Baby, sh*t changed my life (On gang)
My n***as' gon' slide, if I'm wrong, I'm right
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp a** n***a
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

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