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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budda Beats
Budda Beats
Producer

Lyrics

It's Budda Beats Bankroll, whole lotta hundos In the trap, they deliver like Dominos Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux We gon' stick to the money like Velcro 'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich) Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water With a whole lotta drip on me Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet They gon' go out, can't save 'em, no need for the preach And my shooters maneuver, no lock on the leash Say you loyal, dishonor, no, fuck it, you keep You a bitch, I'm a sinner, no way you could teach I'ma jump out and walk and let Rich park the Benz Every green flag go up when I do the arena I ain't bringing 'em up, they wasn't down when I needed I got millions, that mean I don't know how to treat her I ain't nothing like that They be stalling, but I'm all in, oh yeah Put an M on that I don't call them, you just calling, that's fact Bankroll, whole lotta hundos In the trap, they deliver like Dominos Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux We gon' stick to the money like Velcro 'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich) Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water With a whole lotta drip on me Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet Two Rolls Royce trucks, that's two brothers Fuck her on the bed but not under covers Say he rapping, he ain't trapping, but he really undercover We ain't stressing 'bout the money, buy a Bentley for my mother Nah, for real, they was hating way before the deal She bad, want Birkin and Prada heels Popped a pill Diamonds on me, they Holyfield That's my brother, yeah for real, he can get a mil' Niggas capping like they stepping, they ain't in the field Bankroll, walk with a hundo So much money, had to stuff it in the condo Bankroll, whole lotta hundos In the trap, they deliver like Dominos Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux We gon' stick to the money like Velcro 'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich) Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water With a whole lotta drip on me Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Dimitri Roger, Zachary Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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