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bankroll mafia, t.i., sha da god, young thug & london jae - out my face lyrics

let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
the glock i spray, put ’em in the box i say
100k, get it out my safeg
if you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
i’ma pull up in the porsche with a hoe in that b-tch
the cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b-tch
i swear, i’m gon’ meet my jugg, i’ma burn out the lac
you gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that sh-t

from my point, we sayin’ it ain’t an issue
now i put up them trap bands on a b-tch through
i talk to roscoe everyday like ‘hey we miss you’
you ain’t miss shootin’ at the driver, sh-t [?] tricked you
i just dropped in the flame, and f-cked up some benjis
money comin’ and goin’, you in that bimmy
i got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly

i’m with some dudes on the scene in the rolls rizzy

let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
the glock i spray, put ’em in the box i say
100k, get it out my safe
if you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
i’ma pull up in the porsche with a hoe in that b-tch
the cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b-tch

i swear, i’m gon’ meet my jugg, i’ma burn out the lac
you gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that sh-t

i gotta, top off it ain’t for rent
f-ck a, tongue b-tch i’m not a lick
jump, jump up on that baby ribbit
no frog, but i came up out the motherf-ckin’ trenches
dig it? pimp her ride like xzibit did it
dig it? i’m in j-pan like a f-ckin’ skillet
do you dig it? she actin’ tough but i know that she with it
dig it? dig it? she bought a cat i bought a jag kitty
i’m showin’ love out in magic city
buy you a dub, i ain’t talking twenties
you don’t show no love, you were never with it
raining bullets on your cars man i hope he with it

cause he gon’ get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon’ get it
i’m that boy yeah yeah but i’m not kiddin’
i asked her do she got a p-ssport she said if she didn’t i would purchase it so what i asked for it!

let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
the glock i spray, put ’em in the box i say
100k, get it out my safe
if you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey

i’ma pull up in the porsche with a hoe in that b-tch
the cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b-tch
i swear, i’m gon’ meet my jugg, i’ma burn out the lac
you gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that sh-t

coming for the money the money lil n-gg-
hangin’ out the one gun out he runnin’ lil n-gg-
ten scrates, i’m a baller no foul on lil n-gg-
money over b-tches forever, you don’t want it lil n-gg-
balmain sweat drips, sag on givenchy boy that 200 rack
photo 650 three b-tches in a matress
run the city like marathon, backwoods store in chevron, shoot every gun, i never run

24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him megatron
miss me with the bullsh-t is what you better do, boyz n tha hood, young n-gg- with a att-tude
b-tches f-ck, i give a f-ck right now
might try me, plug and pull up right now
n-gg- i could give a d-mn about your two cents, cause you could front me fifty grand and i’m getting rich
let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
the glock i spray, put ’em in the box i say
100k, get it out my safe
if you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
i’ma pull up in the porsche with a hoe in that b-tch
the cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b-tch
i swear, i’m gon’ meet my jugg, i’ma burn out the lac
you gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that sh-t

- bankroll mafia t i sha da god young thug london jae lyrics

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