[Intro: Chief Keef]
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[Chorus: Chief Keef]
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[Verse 1: Capo]
That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like, "Whoa"
I know she wanna glo up, baby, I ain't talking 'bout yo clothes
Girl, get the fuck out my face if you ain't tryna go
Can't beef with a broke nigga, I'm 'bout my bankrolls
First time she see me like, "Whoa"
And when a opp see me, I'ma up this fifty like, "Whoa"
Run up on me, get back like, "Whoa"
And it's too many of y'all, so 'bout two of y'all gettin' poled
Getting poled like, "Whoa"
And all that money and them clothes and them guns
Nah, that shit ain't yours
Got a Glock 17 that blow
It'll blow like, "Whoa"
Thots wearing they best friend Prada, girl know them not yours
Looking at y'all like, "Whoa"
And we did want twenty, now we want fifty-five for a show
Pull up on us like, "Whoa"
And if you ain't got our money, we ain't showing up to no shows
Whoa
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