What Money About - Bankroll Mafia, Shad Da God, Chi Chi

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 bitch goin off

Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas 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 bitch

I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss

She ain’t even see me geeked

I refuse to take them Cartiers off

I got that bag on me always

I use to serve in them hallways

Posted with niggas with long K’s

Keep my some niggas 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 bitches face

Got them fuckin in second switchin place

Top shotta, its time to celebrate

Its inside but we gettin hella cake

Money get tall just watch the shit elevate

Broke niggas hell yeah they

I’mma get what these niggas never ever make

In the trap without a trap I’m forever straight

LG doin a hundred on the interstate

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 bitch goin off

Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas 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 bitch

I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss

She ain’t even see me geeked

I refuse to take them cars exhaust

I was trappin out a loft

Tried to cross me, I’m boss

Told your bitch it was millions big

Yo bitch, we don’t have friends

Lord knows we got alotta sins

Got a couple dead homies we won’t see again

Gotta stack this cash for them dead friends

Pull to the left, it’s a dead end

Shad just told me that the feds in

I’m riding with AR and carbins

I told Shad to be caushous

We having them sticks at the offace

You dieing if you just walk in

Fuck nigga

Oops I meant he lying

Niggas swag

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 bitch goin off

Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas 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 bitch

I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss

She ain’t even see me geeked

I refuse to take them cars exhaust

I know what getting money about

I’ll bring all the pounds to the house

Said lil bitch

Put that bitch where I fucked up her mouth

A thousand trapped, had to run that car out

Pints shipped to the south

Hundred thousand

Got 90 hoes tryna fuck me for clout

Bright life, brought the apples

Fuck beef, brought the animals out

Everybody

the hoe

Put a spell on a hoe, on the floor

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 bitch goin off

Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas 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 bitch

I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss

She ain’t even see me geeked

I refuse to take them cars exhaust