smoke tree

bankroll fresh

heard you was at the muthafucking ruth chris yesterday with a bird

what the fuck you talking about?

you not. i just said what i'm talking about

who is you out there eating with? 7

why is you feeding these hoes?

creeping. hold up

you fucked up my counting

you gotta. do i look like i'm stupid?

i'm in the muthafucking ruth

bitch can't kill my vibe

bitch can't kill my vibe

i was on percs and weed and drink

she tried to look in my eyes

but i had the dior's on

she can't

see hoe memorized

they tryna get televised

i'm sipping the dirty cup

some shit i would not advise

in that blunt

regular thotty

gon whip out the d

i had your bitch and she wrapped round my feet

i get the molly

the drink and the weed

i give you extendo. it's my treat

i don't wanna treat no bitch when i just want tree

want tree

hol up

want tree

hol up

want tree

hol up

just want trees

hol up

gotta ride with tip

gotta keep it dirty dick

got a puerto rican bitch

she on miami grit

just turn up

these streets gon pay me

this girl keep bankroll hold

my one hoe got that new mercedes

can't kill my vibe when i'm on them percs

and all that drink me lately

think i'm gonna be slim like shady

you fucking with a bankroll baby

nigga might fuck around me

that chopper dead like sammy davis

balling like sammy sosa

put her up in a rover

in the wee hours of every morning

yeah we up with that money and steady going

your hoe know i ain't gon get out

when i pull up she sitting round listening for bentley horns

that bankroll's so necessary

you crowd me

that action ain't mandatory

can't compare us

i ain't in your category

still i'm the shit like a lavatory

ain't gon go back and forth

got your bitch head down south and her ass up north

give her ass what she asking for

when i finish she tell me my dick is spectacular

make her suck on it like dracula

right fore she back it up

so impressed with my vernacular

then make her a private jet passenger

mile in the sky

popping molly

enjoying the high

act like you know i'm a kill it

act like you know i'm the realest

act like these bitches ain't gon chase this money

i'm a throw that shit to the ceiling

oh what a feeling

been at this shit for a minute

ain't no safety on the folder

the clip is extended

my tee-shirt is

my jeans is skinny

bitch i come straight out them trenches

run through that bitch i don't. now

finally motherfucking rich now

i don't care about no bitch now

just cop me a six now

will blast it

flying through traffic

bitch i'm a savage

young

rich and flashy

only fuck with the baddest

all about my cabbage

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