Smoke Tree Bankroll Mafia (Ft. London Jae, Shad da God & T.I.)

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[Chorus: Shad da God]
Bitch can't kill my vibe
Bitch can't kill my vibe
I was on percs and weed and drink
She tried to look in my eyes
But I had the Dior's on, she can't
Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
I'm sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
Fire in that blunt
Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
I get the molly, the drank and the weed
I give you extendo, it's only my treat
I don't wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
Just smoke trees, hol' up

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
Gotta ride with TIP
Gotta keep it dirty dick
Got a Puerto Rican bitch, she on Miami grit
Just turn up, these streets gon' pay me
This girl keep bankroll hold
My one hoe got that new Mercedes
Can't kill my vibe when I'm on them percs
And all that drink me lately
Think I'm gonna be slim like shady
You fuckin' with a Bankroll baby
Nigga might fuck around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis
Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover