Knot
I done went supp yea I'm in that mode
My back against the wall I bet I wont fold
I done made plays and that money wont fold
Stop playing with me hoe you know how it go
Walk on the scene I'm the star of the show
When she looked at my diamonds she gave me her throat
I hit her 1 time she feeing for more
While I'm making these plays bitch stop calling my phone
I'm with the fam right or wrong
Get to the bag and them niggas cant joan
Tell on your brother you'll sell your soul
Most of these niggas got too much pride
He been a hater he been showing signs
Fuck on a white bitch she sniffin a line
Get to the money I aint taking bribes
I'm in the booth with a bankroll knot
Yea
I'm in the booth with a bankroll knot
Cant trust these they gone give up the drop
Focused on money I need me a lot
Getting some head while I'm leaving the lot
Watch out lil bitch don't be pulling my chain
I need 2 rollies one flooded one plain
I was down bad I aint show no jealously
I'm making juggs like I'm president Kennedy
She smell the money you know that she feeling me
Biting my sway man you know that's a penalty
2000 just for the Givenchy fleece
Im at The Gallery cop me a T
Scurt off in rentals we ducking the feds
Never no pressure I cant be pressed
Say he got heart nigga say it with ya chest
Walk in the spot and we blowing it down
Smoke the real one bitch no OG brown
Looking too hard might just buss at a clown
Pull out them switches and silencers now
I play it cool feeling violent right now
Might get ya gone if you talking a lot
I seen some shit man I cant even speak
Ran up them racks and I found me some peace
I done went supp yea I'm in that mode
My back against the wall I bet I wont fold
I done made plays and that money wont fold
Stop playing with me hoe you know how it go
Walk on the scene I'm the star of the show
When she looked at my diamonds she gave me her throat
I hit her 1 time she feeing for more
While I'm making these plays bitch stop calling my phone
I'm with the fam right or wrong
Get to the bag and them niggas cant joan
Tell on your brother you'll sell your soul
Most of these niggas got too much pride
He been a hater he been showing signs
Fuck on a white bitch she sniffin a line
Get to the money I aint taking bribes
I'm in the booth with a bankroll knot
My back against the wall I bet I wont fold
I done made plays and that money wont fold
Stop playing with me hoe you know how it go
Walk on the scene I'm the star of the show
When she looked at my diamonds she gave me her throat
I hit her 1 time she feeing for more
While I'm making these plays bitch stop calling my phone
I'm with the fam right or wrong
Get to the bag and them niggas cant joan
Tell on your brother you'll sell your soul
Most of these niggas got too much pride
He been a hater he been showing signs
Fuck on a white bitch she sniffin a line
Get to the money I aint taking bribes
I'm in the booth with a bankroll knot
Yea
I'm in the booth with a bankroll knot
Cant trust these they gone give up the drop
Focused on money I need me a lot
Getting some head while I'm leaving the lot
Watch out lil bitch don't be pulling my chain
I need 2 rollies one flooded one plain
I was down bad I aint show no jealously
I'm making juggs like I'm president Kennedy
She smell the money you know that she feeling me
Biting my sway man you know that's a penalty
2000 just for the Givenchy fleece
Im at The Gallery cop me a T
Scurt off in rentals we ducking the feds
Never no pressure I cant be pressed
Say he got heart nigga say it with ya chest
Walk in the spot and we blowing it down
Smoke the real one bitch no OG brown
Looking too hard might just buss at a clown
Pull out them switches and silencers now
I play it cool feeling violent right now
Might get ya gone if you talking a lot
I seen some shit man I cant even speak
Ran up them racks and I found me some peace
I done went supp yea I'm in that mode
My back against the wall I bet I wont fold
I done made plays and that money wont fold
Stop playing with me hoe you know how it go
Walk on the scene I'm the star of the show
When she looked at my diamonds she gave me her throat
I hit her 1 time she feeing for more
While I'm making these plays bitch stop calling my phone
I'm with the fam right or wrong
Get to the bag and them niggas cant joan
Tell on your brother you'll sell your soul
Most of these niggas got too much pride
He been a hater he been showing signs
Fuck on a white bitch she sniffin a line
Get to the money I aint taking bribes
I'm in the booth with a bankroll knot
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Writer(s): Chris Sharpe
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