(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

Dumping these **** like Lori, yeah

They always switch up their story, yeah

Applying 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 ****, I ride right past and keep shit pushing (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, taste like Sour Patch

So then relax 'fore I take your ****, I won't give him back

Way up (Way up), 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)