Lyrics

Mhm I did it all for the bankroll All for the motherfuckin' bankroll (uh) Like Carlos Slim, I'm doin' numbers, makin' it quick Apollonia on my plate, quick weekend trip Closin' deals behind bulletproof tint He probably did it, but nigga, not like this In Mexico with a chemist at Four Seasons just chillin' I might cop me some art, the architecture is different We gotta play this shit smart, we in a whole 'nother region Niggas didn't believe it until I gave 'em a reason Stash spot in the trap house, I'm unpluggin' the freezer Residue on the counter, I'm callin' my house Keebler Bankroll on the nightstand, I'm cleanin' my sneakers I need that Lamborghini yacht thang for the season (I need it) (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy) (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy) The streets don't love you, nigga, get some bread Stop complainin' my nigga, go hard instead Invest in yourself, fuck what they said (fuck what they said) You can accomplish anything with a solid plan Special Queens shit You already know, you already know (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) It's me, it's me (uh, with a solid plan) How many fuckin' more things you want me to stay? (Damn) huh? (Check), it's me (ayy, ayy, with a solid plan) uh Sunk in the seat, Sopranos, seasons three (uh) Your bitch don't even know how to season meat (What a fuckin' shame) I'm in a brand new Cherokee, I don't worry about freezing sleet (nope) Sneeze in the face of your Jesus piece (ha) My brother Teddy made the fleece I'm wearin' (uh) Now they got AI that could turn me into A.I. (Iverson) Motherfuckin' NBA Live (uh-huh) Guns N' Roses in the five-CD changer in every single one of my M5's Bitch, I'm a top-ten scholar (uh-huh) But you know, I did it all for the nookie (the what?) The nookie (uh-huh) The dopefiend's jacket said "Cookies" (cookies) And I could tell by how he moved his rook he was a rookie (uh) She hid the Mickey Mantle ball inside of her big pussy (damn) 1952, it was the rookie (it was) I cried when Tony killed Pussy (I did) But that's what happens when you go against the family (uh) You've been handled handily (uh) Three Italian men in the bow of the boat hammer squeezin' (ah) Sleep with the manatees (uh) Shit, man (uh), it's me (ayy, ayy, ayy) You can accomplish anything with a solid plan (Solid plan, solid plan, solid plan, damn, check, ayy, ayy, ayy) With a solid plan (solid plan, solid plan, solid plan) (I know), yeah, you know, this shit normal, know I'm sayin'? Look around, shit, donuts and shit Whole lotta shit goin' on around this motherfucker
Writer(s): Ariyan Arslani, Hendricks Larry Eugene Iii, Maman Alan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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