[Hook: Bankroll Fresh]
Granny came out like what the f** going on
Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
Everyboy round here working, n***a Nextel chirpin'
[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving
Back then they were working
n***a [?]
Super charged' 442 man that motherf**er hard
T-Top foreign, bu*tons and all that..
You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at
[Verse 1: Bankroll Fresh]
[?]
Serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes 'round
Used to want a 87' pro ham big brain super [?]
Know I want my sh** mount
Know them rubberband count it
Know your b**h on my dick
And you know I'm selling ounces
Used to ride 78, to take the sh** to Stone Mountain
Now I'm a street executive with street money
n***a and I count it
Oh you n***as looking bad
Oh you n***as looking mad
Super charge on them motherf**er
Cam, got this b**h fast
Young n***a just left the dealer
I'm talking about paper tags
I'm talking about straight cash
Where you flickas, that's your bands
n***a try to duck the van
Keep your eye on your man
The young n***a ridin' and wildin'
Murk your a** over Xans
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bought a Maybach out of Pro Tools
Before that it was no rules
First one with Panamera, treat that b**h like a old school
First I got them burglar bars, then I got my sh** together
When we was on section 8, I feel like I'd pay rent forever
Started off with triple zeros then I got me some Ziplocs
We ain't had no peep hole, open that b**h with a 6 shot
Pull up to the dealership, left that hit a tint shop
Left that and hit the j**elry store, left there with a wrist watch
Mama still watching Matlock, got the block on padlock
Used all my Gucci boxes, as motherf**ing stash spots
What more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard
Got a trap on fire, n***a, we was down a street from the airport
[Hook]
[Verse 3: PeeWee Longway]
100 grams in my nutsack, had to tuck it from 12
Grinding on my Nextel, youngins slanging them bells
My uncle Joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale
Back in the day I was rapping, the dope was shippin' through mail
2004 clientele, I drank my packs on the daily
OG smelling like piss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale
I put Fochinis on my bunion, it's the key to my step
Ferragamo 'round my waist, I put handcuffs on myself
f** 12 p**y n***a, they can't find out where the stash at
Hundred gas bag, in the Audi hatchback
I started grinding, ain't got no where else to hide the cash at
Granny came home like what the f** going on!??
[Hook]