Lyrics

[Verse 1:] You nigga have the nerve to tell me Dont talk to him unless you some into this tax bracket I reach in my pocket i pull out my black card And i just laughed [Chorus:] Bank roll in my pocket how you think that i got it Everything exotic how you think i got it The niggers with respect how you think that i got it Got the pussy from your ex how you think that i got it How you think that i got it [x8] [Verse 1:] We flipped the wrist watch the whip it looks like Elvis Mike You know how it is i brought the bitch but all it is I broke it off in her pelvis call for six Call this shit male that won't fit in my cell Call the cannon and get the skeleton Rock rock rock that chopper sell it Get out the business got lots of game Call them for me not telling off the fridge Pretend they in copa setting with the tempers plate When i pay for ten real winner conversation Case dismissed i killed the bitch You got that exonerated [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Call the practice calling starter Jackets Come on bitch get out it automatic Dance with all my tactics all weight a thousand Colours that's a miley bucket ain't no way around it shorty Throw it right on my ass break down that product she found on the glass Supposed to be fucking her back at the crib Stucked to a cheque and we done that by hand Catch if you can what the fuck did you say Play then you get laid cut in your head Enough of you bluffing come up with the functions I'm not in the frontin nothing but money to part that i Got won't fit in my wallet and you think that i got it what's up Only a squash [Chorus]