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hundreds on 'em - bankroll mafia lyrics

[hook: shad da god]
got different color money different color hoes
different color drugs all in my soul (different color dope)
they gone trouble my bros (they gone what)
this what we gone do
we gone drop hundreds on em
we gone spend hundreds on em
i’m gone drop hundreds on em
i’m gone spend hundreds on em
you got xan me up, you got act me up
you got po’ me up, you got boot me up
i’m just geekin’ this motherf-cker
i don’t give a f-ck about your color n-gga
i’m gone drop hundreds on you
we gone spend hundreds on you
i’m gone spend hundreds on em
i’m gone throw hundreds on em

[verse 1: peewee roscoe]
hundreds on ya head and the hundreds on the floor
coming through your house coming through the door
cause its money on your head know yo be dead
i ain’t really tripping cause i duck and doge feds
cause its money in the spot and its money in the floor
i ain’t really tripping cause we so cut throat
and we straight outta atlanta take you to zone 4
westside bankhead where we move snow
cause its dope in the attic guns in the mattress
i ain’t really tripping cause we catch you in traffic
shad got the chapper you know we straight getting clappin’
i ain’t really tripping cause we kidnapping napping
i ain’t really tripping, i ain’t really tripping, hit em with the money
draw 4 5 rookie, hit em with the chris paul hit em with the three
hit em with the black griffen 32 a piece
hit em with the tech, hit em with the foul
catch a n-gga down bad hit em with a ?
head shot head sho aiming for his neck
bad b-tches, bad b-tches setting up l1cks
bad b-tches, bad b-tches l1cking up the bricks

[hook:]
got different color money different color hoes
different color drugs all in my soul (different color dope)
they gone trouble my bros (they gone what)
this what we gone do
we gone drop hundreds on em
we gone spend hundreds on em
i’m gone drop hundreds on em
i’m gone spend hundreds on em
you got xan me up, you got act me up
you got po’ me up, you got boot me up
i’m just geekin’ this motherf-cker
i don’t give a f-ck about your color n-gga
i’m gone drop hundreds on you
we gone spend hundreds on you
i’m gone spend hundreds on em
i’m gone throw hundreds on em

[verse 2: shad da god]
i’m gone throw money all over this b-tch
made my old rivals in rovers and sh-t
they be moving that -ss got me focused and sh-t
got aunt going hard he must have stepped on his brick
chandelier my wrist, b-tches really put the cameras on my wrist
made it rain shoulda pull out your poncho
i don’t know much but blue huncho
if a n-gga hopped in my car he gotta ride
i’m coming with gangstas from a whole ‘nother side
i keep the baby stick incase a n-gga gotta collide
we ain’t doing nothing but juugin’ and f-ckin’ hoes no lie
and my molly got them geeked hoes wanna fly to dubai (geeked)
the perc done brought her back to her mind
man we stuck in the club wanted to shine
so the flow got covered up with a dime

- bankroll mafia lyrics

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