Shad Da God - Torch lyrics

[Intro] Bankroll mafia right Yeah, we really ridin' (?) to the grave, ya digg? Free the motherf**in' GOAT Yeah Wheezy on the beat right I'm just firing up a big a** backwood All Money same color machine right, it blue [Hook] Fire the dope with the torch, light the lighter too Ride around with that bankroll oh Ride around with that rifle Long as you be having money you ho keep your dick (?) f** the pack up I bought work with the (?) God willing yo sh** drinking I'm like Master P and Baby, yeah yeah Bankroll mafia the check, yeah yeah We put money in your pockets, yeah yeah [Verse 1] I was throwing on the Maison Marigelas like they was some socks I was putting on Chuck Taylors pulling up on the block I was having with that bomb is yall n***as tryna' cop We be beating like that 87 Chevy like yeah that box I ain't tripping on none of these hoes Cause they love me I'm they rock Tell a n***a a thang they at that guap that at that guap They at that pocket, they at that money Ain't doin' nothing wrong you bout that money You ain't doin' nothing wrong I'm bout that muddy too I'm living comfortable I'm juuging like in Malibu I'm juuging out the Malibu, Done flew to Malibu Play around we draw the straps and f** that camera too I'm with the animals [Hook] Fire the dope with the torch,light the lighter too Ride around with that bankroll oh Ride around with that rifle Long as you be having money you ho keep your dick (? f** the pack up I bought work with the (?) God willing yo sh** drinking I'm like Master P and Baby, yeah yeah Bankroll mafia the check, yeah yeah We put money in your pockets, yeah yeah [Verse 2] Bankroll mafia sh** we put money in yo pockets Nah we gone put that dick thats in yo pocket Bankroll mob thats how we rocking We gone give yo a** a job you gone get yo a** some profit Came straight up out that nat These n***as already know whats crackin' And I still be on the backstreets, I still be pulling up traffic I'm sippin' red in the casket, it red I'm pourin' up Fantas and I'm takin them to the head I'm really pourin' out raw for all my n***as cause they dead We gon' let a f** n***a down like a fed Pull up with a stupid AP on and that sh** a spec Pull up with a stupid b**h Get to pullin' her head Oh skrt skrt skrt He gon' get hit in his leg Fire his a** up for what he did and what he said God [Hook] Fire the dope with the torch, light the lighter too Ride around with that bankroll oh Ride around with that rifle Long as you be having money you ho keep your dick (? f** the pack up I bought work with the (?) God willing yo sh** drinking I'm like Master P and Baby, yeah yeah Bankroll mafia the check, yeah yeah We put money in your pockets, yeah yeah