Verse - [Andrew Chris]
If every single dollar took a dollar to make
I’d be mighty broke-boi eating Ramen everyday
Gotta go break bank
Cut checks anyway
Off with the bag in back of the Cadillac
Who got shake or a discount fade?
4 Bombay’s with a touch of the lemonade
2 Duce’s and I’m on my way
Who’s that blowing that smoke like a train?
Waking up late cause I drank through the day
Kel & that Dante & Blasto insane (insane!)
I’m making money in numerous ways
I’m losing money in numerous ways (broke-boi!)
How many beats could you make in a day?
I’m talkin 7 LP’s on the way
I gotta go and get clear in thе brain
D take it over cause this shit insanе
Hook - [Dante.]
Who’s that coolin in the basement
Got this whole bitch live
I ain’t even gotta say shit
Who’s that talking audacious
No I can’t remember names
I barely remember faces
Who’s that rolling up the dank shit
Got a real thick bitch
Thick jay, finna face it
Who’s that playing all aces
Got a rolodex full of money
Talkin big bank shit
Verse - [Dante.]
Who's that really get to poppin’ off
When they hit the dome, got the whole thing jumpin’ out
I ain’t want to say nothing ‘bout it, but I seen you in the crib
Talking all that shit, you already know I get it thumpin’ now
We could probably get the whole crew in it
Got the whole team with me
When I pull up in the bitch, and that’s facts
I don’t ever lie, no cap
I don’t ever lie, no cap
I could probably run it back
Two times with the way I rock
With the way I get it, y’all already know I’m boss
With the way I get it, y’all can probably suck my cock
But days I ain’t really worried what you sayin’ I’m off
Got a whole lot to say right off top
I’m off the dome, never rehearse none of this shit
On God, I gotta go home, I’m tired of this
I’m tired of that, I’m of whatever you want
I mean
Hook - [Dante.]
Who’s that coolin in the basement
Got this whole bitch live
I ain’t even gotta say shit
Who’s that talking audacious
No i can’t remember names
I barely remember faces
Who’s that rolling up the dank shit
Got a real thick bitch
Thick jay, finna face it
Who’s that playing all aces
Got a rolodex full of money
Talkin big bank shit
If every single dollar took a dollar to make
I’d be mighty broke-boi eating Ramen everyday
Gotta go break bank
Cut checks anyway
Off with the bag in back of the Cadillac
Who got shake or a discount fade?
4 Bombay’s with a touch of the lemonade
2 Duce’s and I’m on my way
Who’s that blowing that smoke like a train?
Waking up late cause I drank through the day
Kel & that Dante & Blasto insane (insane!)
I’m making money in numerous ways
I’m losing money in numerous ways (broke-boi!)
How many beats could you make in a day?
I’m talkin 7 LP’s on the way
I gotta go and get clear in thе brain
D take it over cause this shit insanе
Hook - [Dante.]
Who’s that coolin in the basement
Got this whole bitch live
I ain’t even gotta say shit
Who’s that talking audacious
No I can’t remember names
I barely remember faces
Who’s that rolling up the dank shit
Got a real thick bitch
Thick jay, finna face it
Who’s that playing all aces
Got a rolodex full of money
Talkin big bank shit
Verse - [Dante.]
Who's that really get to poppin’ off
When they hit the dome, got the whole thing jumpin’ out
I ain’t want to say nothing ‘bout it, but I seen you in the crib
Talking all that shit, you already know I get it thumpin’ now
We could probably get the whole crew in it
Got the whole team with me
When I pull up in the bitch, and that’s facts
I don’t ever lie, no cap
I don’t ever lie, no cap
I could probably run it back
Two times with the way I rock
With the way I get it, y’all already know I’m boss
With the way I get it, y’all can probably suck my cock
But days I ain’t really worried what you sayin’ I’m off
Got a whole lot to say right off top
I’m off the dome, never rehearse none of this shit
On God, I gotta go home, I’m tired of this
I’m tired of that, I’m of whatever you want
I mean
Hook - [Dante.]
Who’s that coolin in the basement
Got this whole bitch live
I ain’t even gotta say shit
Who’s that talking audacious
No i can’t remember names
I barely remember faces
Who’s that rolling up the dank shit
Got a real thick bitch
Thick jay, finna face it
Who’s that playing all aces
Got a rolodex full of money
Talkin big bank shit
( Andrew Chris and Dante. )
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