Ft. T.I.

(Intro)
All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
She keep callin' for seconds, between her legs it's a blessing
Might just fly off to Texas and spank it up just like Tetris
Spill my heart in these sessions, I let it go, learn my lesson

(Hook)
Ya know we all bout the bankroll 
We gotta cuff it every color of the rainbow
Fuck all that goin' back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with different 4 we ridin' dirty with
They dickin' now, countin' money blowin’ weed in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And only we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up and be a hustler till I die (till I die)

(Verse)
Ok, now bang bang, park all double left
Only thing a young nigga stack
Niggas ain't tryna get racks
They'd rather see honey ass, nigga, what the fuck is that?
Nigga, that's some car colder, some kill 
Side note: I want a mill
Peacoat, dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
'member 'emnights I wa' dead and broke
Why, I still had  amilli on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win
I ain't waste no time, this that trap music, urban legend
Bitch, I'm a oral legend, carry round a Smith and Weston
'case a nigga wanna test me, fuck yo men
Motivate, how, my niggas? I'mma stack this shit up with my team
Went from rags to riches and now I keep 'em bankrolls in my jeans
Drag racing on Pea Street, that's some shit that you neva seen
Now I'm here with the k

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Hold up, now what it look like?
I got yo girl with her girl like a pool decker
Hoe it, pull an all nighter
And then they give it back to ya, nigga, I don't like her
This shit easy, a 1 2 3, 911 - an emergency
If I swerve the yack I sprint the yack
Keep a leg young bitch at the car by that
O, check it, lookin' fo' some trouble, then you ee gon' get it
Neva hesitate to takin' time, my pivot
Pussy nigga eva get respect, my presence
Fully auto milli let ya have these presents
Pelley pelley pelley, pew, nigga, you head gone
We puttin' on, nigga, got a long stroke
Got a bad bitch, but no thong wit her
And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
So good, run it back, come on
She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga
Met me, I'm bout to double that
Nigga had to eat double stack
I feel that pocket filled with double stacks 
She do it right, get anotha rack
Crib with a helipad
Full of fine bitches, hella bad
Ran get a cab, nigga, neva had, hey!

(Hook)