[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Ayy, you know I keep a bankroll, but I'm finna get another one
And I’m finna get another one
You know I keep a bad bitch, watch me get another one
Watch me get another one
I threw back three shots, and I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bankroll, and I’m finna get another one
Yeah, I'm finna get another one
[Verse 1: E-40]
Every hour is happy hour and my vision is smeared
I'm on this Moscow Mule, vodka, and ginger beer
I got a blunt in my ear and a rubber band full of commas
A couple of packs of the dank, some Cookies, Runtz, and some Mambas
Prepare for the drama, and I stay noided and spooked
Never know who don't like you, you never know who gon' shoot
A nigga bitch could be a fan of a nigga, I'm 'bout my money
No wonder that ho ass nigga be actin' hella funny
I’ll punch a sucka in his mouth (What else?)
Knock his tooth out, make him look like a cook at the Waffle House (The Waffle House?)
I remember sleepin’ on the couch in empty house
Waitin' for my plug to show up for three days during a drought (Wow)
Whole ones, half a units and quarters
Nothin’ in my name, I paid my bill with money orders
Hella people that I looked up to let me down, they hurt my heart
They disappointed me, turned into fuckin' clowns (Bitch)
Ayy, you know I keep a bankroll, but I'm finna get another one
And I’m finna get another one
You know I keep a bad bitch, watch me get another one
Watch me get another one
I threw back three shots, and I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bankroll, and I’m finna get another one
Yeah, I'm finna get another one
[Verse 1: E-40]
Every hour is happy hour and my vision is smeared
I'm on this Moscow Mule, vodka, and ginger beer
I got a blunt in my ear and a rubber band full of commas
A couple of packs of the dank, some Cookies, Runtz, and some Mambas
Prepare for the drama, and I stay noided and spooked
Never know who don't like you, you never know who gon' shoot
A nigga bitch could be a fan of a nigga, I'm 'bout my money
No wonder that ho ass nigga be actin' hella funny
I’ll punch a sucka in his mouth (What else?)
Knock his tooth out, make him look like a cook at the Waffle House (The Waffle House?)
I remember sleepin’ on the couch in empty house
Waitin' for my plug to show up for three days during a drought (Wow)
Whole ones, half a units and quarters
Nothin’ in my name, I paid my bill with money orders
Hella people that I looked up to let me down, they hurt my heart
They disappointed me, turned into fuckin' clowns (Bitch)
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