[Intro: TI]
Aye, That bullsh** ain't worth a motherf**er
And that cap ain't nothin you understand that
The bankroll mafia life
They wouldn't believe it if we didn't show it to em
[Hook: Shad Da god+ London Jae]
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
Run that pack up to the ceiling
I'm just tryna stack a million
You ain't livin like I'm livin'
Had a feelin' I'mma k** it
Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me
couple millions worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me
Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie
Wake em' up I know these p**y n***as sleepin' on me
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
[Hook: Shad Da god]
I get that money when its cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it get cold
I be watching for my bros
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hold up what you feel like
Give a damn n***a I'm a G n***a real life
I feel like it everytime
Got marathon money, yours on the treadmill
And I could pull up and day bet these hoes be amazed
To the point they got a man, give me head still
I'm getting blown with my hand on my steerin' wheel
Got a mind up and down like a ferris wheel
I swear to god aye
Big bankroll this the mafia life
Cross that line n***a stoppin' ya life
Steady rollin' motherf**er ain't no stoppin' the dice
Bust it loose on the jet
Shawty had that whole, teach you to net
Facetime roscoe and show him the
My n***a boosie said we the truth
Ain't cappin' to flex, yeah
[Hook: Shad Da god+ London Jae]
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
Run that pack up to the ceiling
I'm just tryna stack a million
You ain't livin like I'm livin'
Had a feelin' I'mma k** it
Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me
Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me
Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie
Wake em' up I know these p**y n***as sleepin' on me
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
[Verse 2: Shad da god]
I'm in these cold a** trenches
Margiela's on with a trench b**h
I put that million on my wish list
I'm in the streets 'til I get the sh**
I'm in the benz with a thick b**h
Twenty gold rings on like slick rick
Twenty gold rings on at my grandma house
AR-15 with the biscuits
I get the units off, we get the units off
All of my n***as is havin' money
So you can't tell who the boss
We havin' racks right now, and we havin straps right now
Jewelry on, aye you better pipe down
These b**hes better not pipe down, boot up right now
[Hook: Shad Da god+ London Jae]
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
Run that pack up to the ceiling
I'm just tryna stack a million
You ain't livin like I'm livin'
Had a feelin' I'mma k** it
Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me
Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me
Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie
Wake em' up I know these p**y n***as sleepin' on me
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros