Songteksten

Pull off the lot, then I leave you in smoke Doing show after show, better roll me my dough Okay, let's go she said my wrist look like a disco Bankroll, want it so big my wallet can't close I was in the city doing donuts at midnight I been tryna' find out why you think you the boss type Billy in the cut like a bandage I'm a bandit, steal all your shit and then I vanish Your girl tryna hit me, so we made a movie like Tim Burton One things for certain, I know your pockets are hurtin' I put in work, work, work Man I came from dirt, dirt, dirt Don't know what your heard, heard, heard But I come in first, first, first Better wipe that smirk, smirk, smirk Don't say a word, word, word Been on a mission to run up the digits I can't do the simpin' These diamonds they glisten I had me a vision I be in a good position I have no competition I'm focusing on commission I disappear like magician Just a floating apparition Really brought this to fruition Don't need me an intermission They try to copy my sound like a rendition I laid this beat to rest, somebody call the mortician I skirt off man, I prefer your girl's skirt off I been living life like Billy, just made the playoffs I been living like everyday is a day off All that hating I promise won't ever pay off Yeah, yeah All that hating I promise won't ever pay off- Billy on the track
Writer(s): William R Marchiafava Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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