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DO DAT (feat. DaBaby & Lil Baby)
Stunna 4 Vegas
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B-B-Bankroll Got It (Real niggas all gangstas) On mami (Uh), this nigga 4X got rich in six months, you heard? (Huh, no cap) It's gotta be that Billion Dollar Baby shit, know the **** goin' on Nigga really got rich in six months, for real, I watched that shit with my own ****in' ey Really three, but that nigga spend too goddamn much Goddamn, this nigga get so much goddamn money, nigga, what the ****? (Ten Oh my God, I got a taste of the Rich Youngin Okay (Okay), I'ma give them a taste of this shit Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?) I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that) We ain't goin', your shit'd got blewed back (Bah) Your ass get whooped, said, "Smoke," we could do that (Ooh) I break her neck, she like, "Who that?" Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) I'm the streets' hottest youngin', she already knew that (4X) We all put a nigga up like a throwback (Freak ho) She mixed the purp with the Moët (Uh) So many racks, like I grow it (Racks) Hit the stage, do my dance in this nigga like I'm Kodak (Uh) Make 'em freeze like he took a Kodak (Freeze) My lil' nigga move on 'em on my whistle That nigga think I'm hot, sizzle I'm a Pitt (Uh), told me her nigga a Shih Tzu (Uh, uh) I won't go back and forth with no rap nigga, I got business to tend to Too many racks to count, lil' nigga, I flip you (Flip) We fill him up with lead like a pencil (Brrt, brrt) No diss, I'm tryna send a missile I need M's, nigga, I'm on a mission (Cash) I'm with my, I'm with my shooter, but I got a stick, too (Uh, he up) He up, then I'm uppin' this nigga 'til it click, too (Bah) He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?) I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that) We ain't goin', your shit'd got blewed back (Bah) Your ass get whooped, said, "Smoke," we could do that (Ooh, let's go) I break her neck, she like, "Who that?" Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) I'm the streets' hottest youngin', she already knew that (4X) I say, "We gon' call that boy Rich Youngin'" (Rich) He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let's go) Okay, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah) That lil' nigga talkin' shit, kick her out (Like, b***h) I made my young niggas do that (Yeah), go pull up and post up a pic at your house (Cheese) Make him tap, BDB in the cab (Let's go) Hit his ass with that stick, he come out (Okay) I done went and spent a whole lot of money with Johnny, I got a whole brick in my mouth (Yessir) My nigga get the money, nigga send the deposit if you want my nigga to come out (No cap) They want **** me, Big 4 and my DJ (Big 4) Throw my shirt at a ho, it's on eBay Windows down, the heat on on the freeway (Hm) I pull up with Rich Youngin', they holler, 'That nigga' Got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?) I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that) Goin'-we ain't goin', your shit'd got blewed back (Bah) Your ass get whooped, said, "Smoke," we could do that (Ooh, let's go) I break her neck, she like, "Who that?" Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) I'm the streets' hottest youngin', she already knew that (4X) Baby It's Baby and Baby and 4X I ran that lil' shit up in no time I'm puttin' d**k in your b***h if we lock eyes I'm so hot, start a fire when I walk in Hit her friend, I ain't stop when she walk in (Nat) I can drop every month and go top ten Make her do what I say, let her get what she want Nigga, you better shut up when I'm talkin' (Shut up) Lot of cars, how the **** I miss walkin'? (Nah) I drop hit after hit, I don't miss (Never) 'Posed to be somewhere servin' in one of them houses with pounds, how the **** I get rich? Who the hell said that life was a b***h? I got too many niggas but one life to live **** how they feel, if we got a problem, then money'll solve it My dollars and followers match I really started from scratch, pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap Influence the youngins to trap Put my whole hood on the map, first the water was tap Now a jet for a nap, now the motor in the back Meet promoter with racks, keep her head in my lap And my hand on the strap, ain't no dyke shit On that Chief Keef, "I Don't Like" shit
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