[Verse 1] Yeah These some cold streets, my wrist gotta match that temperature I got these hoes pullin' out they titties for my signature This might not last how long you wanted to last, I kept it real with her She geeked up off this car with paper tags, that shit so trill to her Bitch tryna see what it do I do these hoes like a school I teach these hoes what it do when I hop in the coupe, I'm like fuck the lil roof I don't believe not in one of these rappers, they see me they gotta show proof Damn I just poured Ace of Spade all in my cup, waste that shit on my Margiela shoes Ooh Feel on yo bitch booty like we go back Nigga try her, leave ya (?) flat I got some percocet pills in a sack Take one of these, it gon make you relax Once you buy sum', you can't bring that shit back (?) can't fold in my trap Get off on Old Nat That's where I'm at
[Hook] Fold, fold Fell in love with how that money fold, fold 'Till I got a bankroll, they couldn't close, close Stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these bitches they legs gon fold Left out the house with that flavor on me, I bet all these hoes look at my clothes Dough, dough These hoes get wet off suicide doors You woulda thought they was scared when they seen how I whipped up in that Ghost I went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these bitches for show They don't know bout this Bankroll Mafia shit, them boys don't know
[Verse 2] Scrolled up a blunt of that gas and I make that bitch hit like exhaust pipe Mafia livin' it got me not stoppin at none of your red lights Your hoe tryna feed me banana pudding I already got the banana with me I'm all bout them Benjamins, 750 Can't dig what I'm sayin? Your shovel missin' Woah I don't want a bankroll that's gon fold Nigga wanna wet up, might as well gon kill they self like Rolls Royce doors Shit I'm on the doses of Act, bout to goddamn doze I could be sleep, they still can't slip shit under my nose I'm on my toes I wear a whole lot of European shoes, lil bitch, lil hoe And I keep makin' her (?) like Lambo doors She know I work harder than a bitch, cause I had her at one of my shows I swear that my clothes smell the whole O up, with a bankroll love how it
[Hook] Fold, fold Fell in love with how that money fold, fold 'Till I got a bankroll, they couldn't close, close Stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these bitches they legs gon fold Left out the house with that flavor on me, I bet all these hoes look at my clothes Dough, dough These hoes get wet off suicide doors You woulda thought they was scared when they seen how I whipped up in that Ghost I went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these bitches for show They don't know bout this Bankroll Mafia shit, them boys don't knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.