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B-B-Bankroll got it (Diego) Keep my eye on the money, I'll never go broke, see, I won't allow it Get to the racks, I never lack, I don't even trust my own accountant SRT, no Audi, uh, diamonds they wet like Dory, yeah Dumpin' these niggas like Lori, yeah They always switch up their story, yeah Applyin' the pressure, ain't nobody better Way up in the sky, bitches not on my level Mickey Mouse all over my Gucci sweater We with the shit, my whole gang full of rebels I don't trust no one that dance with the devil If you ice out the face, gotta ice out the bezel If you ice out the face, gotta ice out the bezel Yeah, uh, okay yeah, uh (yeah, yeah) Okay, yeah (yeah-yeah), okay, yeah (yeah-yeah) Okay, yeah (yeah-yeah), okay, yeah (okay, let's go) Okay, yeah (okay, yeah), okay, yeah, uh (yeah) See, I drop the top on you niggas I ride right past and keep shit pushin' (let's go) Wave to a hater, say, "Bye" (bye) But to the money, say, "Hi" Chrome hearts or these Matthew Williams, which one? Can't decide Walk in Dior, buy it all, don't care about the price Got bitches so mad, these bitches broke and bitter (yeah), taste like Sour Patch So then relax 'fore I take your nigga, I won't give him back (let's go) Way up (way up), way up, way up, I'm way up (let's go, yeah) Yeah, uh, okay yeah, uh (yeah-yeah) Okay, yeah (yeah-yeah), okay, yeah (yeah-yeah) Okay, yeah (yeah-yeah), okay, yeah (okay, let's go) Okay, yeah (okay, yeah), okay, yeah, uh (yeah)