Fat Bro & Triple Dub - Deep Blue C

Bankroll
I been feelin' real lucrative
Rubber bands gettin' stupid thick
Count 'em all can't lose a chip
Can't go
Fuck round and we bluesin' shit
Knockin' niggas off left and right
Give a fuck about who it is
I been thinkin' bout better thangs for all the times ian had shit
Money ball what I'm tryna play got niggas thinkin' I'm Brad Pitt
Shawty thought I'd start trickin' so I asked "Why?" she said "She a bad bitch"
Guarantee she ain't bad if you got rid of makeup and lashes
Bankroll after bankroll yeah, I love to count it up
Yes, I'm taxin' for that package cause I gotta double up
Got some bows in for the low hit Double O exotic Runtz
I need my pape don't fuck it up
Come seconds late and now you fucked
Aye
I be talkin' do you hear me though
'Member I was just the little guy but was still flippin' like Mysterio
Tryna find a way to eat so I got it out the grain like a cheerio
Now I'm buildin' up a brand pushin' hot shit playin' on the stereo
Bankroll
I been feelin' real lucrative
Rubber bands gettin' stupid thick
Count 'em all can't lose a chip
Can't go
Fuck round and we bluesin' shit
Knockin' niggas off left and right
Give a fuck about who it is
I been thinkin' bout better thangs for all the times ian had shit
Money ball what I'm tryna play got niggas thinkin' I'm Brad Pitt
Shawty thought I'd start trickin' so I asked "Why?" she said "She a bad bitch"
Guarantee she ain't bad if you got rid of makeup and lashes
I'm tired of being the bigger man
You want smoke then we bangin' it out
I got a couple of sharks, and they stay by my side if its blood then we chasin' down
Mike pack in the air got us all booted lemme see what this strain is about
Bet he still be around if he ain't do that lame shit just to gain 'em some clout
She love it when I spend it told her "Girl that's what I do"
Don't play me like I'm crazy I'm the one and not the two
My best friend got my baby this shit for life girl you the truth
You drowin' in the sea I'm divin' in cause this for you, Gang
Bankroll
I been feelin' real lucrative
Rubber bands gettin' stupid thick
Count 'em all can't lose a chip
Can't go
Fuck round and we bluesin' shit
Knockin' niggas off left and right
Give a fuck about who it is
I been thinkin' bout better thangs for all the times ian had shit
Money ball what I'm tryna play got niggas thinkin' I'm Brad Pitt
Shawty thought I'd start trickin' so I asked "Why?" she said "She a bad bitch"
Guarantee she ain't bad if you got rid of makeup and lashes
This shit different got it out the trenches
Spin on my block you wishin' you didn't
Fuck all that talk we doublin' back
I swear to God we spin and the stick shift
We ride he get hit
Fat Boss big fish
Sayin' you slide them pussy's ain't hit shit
Slide to my crib we fryin' his head
And Oppy steppin' he killin' on Wick shit
It's Double O baby
Deep End the label know a nigga wavy
I got alot on my mind but it help in the booth that's why a nigga shady
Guess you can say that I'm tryna ball like if you never injured T.McGrady
Shawty be holdin' me down so you know ima fly 'er treat her like a daisy

Written by:
Jalen Jones, Robert Montgomery

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