The Hill

Lord, I need some commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passing by, going up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passing by, going up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passing by, going up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passing by, going up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up Guess I should be dropping lines like Fuck them Gucci, Louis pants I don't give a fuck 'bout no stupid brands Nigga got his own style from the motherland Baby mama can't stop with that cuddling Work that coochie 'til it's red That's why she doesn't talk to her stupid man Her belly full of my guys, now they're puddling She ain't even my type, bro, it's troubling Too much, I don't know how to stop (come here) New crush, damn, they all wanna fuck (Tommy) Do a bunch, then I'm back on my stuff (plotting) Few of us, just a few for a spot (coming) Lord, I need some commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passing by, going up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passing by, going up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up Guess I should be dropping lines like-