(Street)
(Yeah I'm back!)
(Yeah, Yeah)[Hook : Bankroll Fresh]Know my frames, they're killin'Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)
Come up in the street I'm peeling[Verse 1 : Street Money Boochie]
And I might just lose the ceiling
And I might kill it if feel it
Hell yeah!
Ya damn right I kill it if she give itTake it and we flip it
Take it and remix it
Bring it back
Sixteen Curry on them hoes
Bank too big
Need pockets like Girbaud
Hold up, wait!
Know exactly how it goes
It's Boochie![Verse 2 : Strap]
No, bet you can't do it like this
Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists
Me and Joblow gon' scheme on your bitch
Street Money Nino
Got a hundred in the six
I ain't no gas
I'ma juug this mid
Pint coming in, I'm a lean like this
I ain't hit hard, like shawty you lit
Fuck all you rappersCame in like this
Turning up on you bastards
After I smash
Lil nigga can have her
Fuck from the front
Then I'm turning her backwards
Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash
I'm in a dipper I'm moving them bags
Play with that money
We put on a mask
New no limit, we bustin' your ass[Hook : Bankroll Fresh]
Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensive
Know my frames, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)
Come up in the street I'm peeling[Verse 3 : Bankroll Fresh]
I walked in
Throwing to the ceiling
Looking like a muthafucking milliStop flexing bitch, you ain't really poppin'
These bottle wars, all these bottles what we poppin'Rosé poppin'
Bitch we poppin'
You ain't really jockin'
Y'all niggas flexing
Y'all ain't got it
I got 2 bitches
They're getting' wildI got one Black and I got one Chinese
She be talking to me she say, "kung pow!"
I fucked it up, I just made a poundJust fucked it up at the after hour
4:42, yeah, it can't wait to growl
Bitch yo ass ugly
And
So free bitch, here go a
Stinking ass breath, smell like
I'm fresh as hell, Bitch wipe me down[Hook : Bankroll Fresh]
Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensive
Know my frames, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)
Come up in the street I'm peelingAll of these hoes be staringShe wants me, because I'm cooler
Looking like a god damn jeweler
Might fly to Bermuda
Thank God, a nigga rich, hallelujah
I flew her out, and I barely even knew her
I fucked her, now that bitch Luda[Verse 5 : Quez]Me and my god damn shooters
Carbon got a god damn coolerThese bitches faded, be acting funny
All that she wants is a bag of money
Get her on molly she be actin' slutty
Hit from the back, and she ate her buddy[Hook : Bankroll Fresh]
Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensiveAll these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)
Come up in the street I'm peelingMORE ON GENIUS
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
