[Intro]
(It's Budda Beats)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos (Bankroll)
In the trap, they deliver like Domino's (In the trap)
Nah, for real, we got paper like Kinko's (Kinko's)
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux (Pappadeaux)
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro (Like Velcro)
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow (Elbow)
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat (Boat)
They was tryna book a show, but they can't play that cool (Rich)
Law and order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
With a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hangin' out my side and my pockets fifty each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind that never speak, you the one that I keep
Leave him dead on the scene same day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
They gon' go out, can't save 'em, ain't no need for the preach'
And my shooters maneuver, no lock on the leash
Say you loyal, dishonor, no, fuck it, you keep
You a bitch, I'm a sinner, no way you could teach
I'ma jump out and walk and let Rich park the Benz
Every green flag go up when I do the arena
I ain't bringing 'em up, they wasn't down when I needed
I got millions, that mean I don't know how to treat her (No)
I ain't nothin' like that
They be stalling, but I'm all in, oh yeah
Put an M on that
I don't call 'em, you just callin', that's facts
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