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[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Mama said godâll give you anything you pray for
When I was small I prayed to god for a bankroll
Mama said godâll give you anything you pray for
When I was small I prayed to god for a bankroll
All I ever wanted was a bankroll
(What you want?) a bankroll
Murk your ass, shoot the lawyer, 100K, case closed
All I ever wanted was some moolah
Come to my block, they selling dope and hoes prostituting
You ainât never ran no trap, who you think you fooling?
My young niggas, they ruthless
They just like me, keep toolies
Got it out the trizzap, your bitch she on my dizzick
We on that smoke a nigga, fuck his bitch, get money shizzit
I canât rap it if I didnât live it
Pussy nigga tryna get me off my pivot
What you shootinâ at? A hundred million
[Hook: Young Dolph]
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
I just want the money, that what we came for
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
We just want the money, that what we came for
We just want the money, that what we came for
I just want the money, that what we came for
[Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
Ride âround with that Draco on my waist, straight to the money
I got 99 problems so I ride âround with that hundred
Yeah I graduated, what make you think Iâm a dummy?
I turned nothing into something, my prepaid be jumping
Cook a Porsche up out that bowl, pockets getting swole
I got snow but it ainât cold, got a check up out the stove
Used to share the same shoes, had to take out the whole sole
Now itâs Maison Margielaâs, these designer âround my toes
Lay it down, give it up, my shooters stink you up
Donât corroborate, no hesitation, we shoot you up
We coming for that money, just give up that paper
Serve his ass ten, double back and take it later
[Verse 3: J-Money]
When I move, donât make a sound
Put your face up on the ground
Came for your cash nigga, put it in the bag nigga
I ainât come to do no talkinâ, load it up or Iâm offinâ
Yellow tape, white chalk âem
Put your bitch ass in a coffin
Got your money, Iâm gone
Back on the block, servinâ pounds
Trap money, I got strong
Yeah you know Iâm on
All I ever wanted was a bankroll
Mama always told me donât trust these hoes
In god I trust, for this money Iâma bust
Lay a nigga down, stick âem up
Bullet hit your ass, lift âem up
Thatâs how I was brought up
In the hood, in the cut
No food on our plate
No money you need us
[Hook: Young Dolph]
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
I just want the money, that what we came for
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
We just want the money, that what we came for
We just want the money, that what we came for
I just want the money, that what we came for
[Verse 4: Bino Brown]
I just want the money, keep the pistol by my stomach
Her bankroll didnât stay fresh, I guess Iâm paying homage
Now Iâm not talkinâ hair but I sell âem by the bundle
They say that money talk, well it sound like yours mumble
You know what I came for
Iâm beefing with my car, man I went and got the brains blowed
I just left the jeweler, man I went and got my chain froze
Tryna leave the streets alone but damn Bino canât though
Repping while Iâm rapping, now she ride me like a Texan
Never took her out to eat, she ate me up like Zaxbyâs
Get across the water, I got business in Miami
Trap awards up in my hood, come get yourself a Grammy
I keep it fresh like Mannie
[Verse 5: Yo Millionaire]
From Cal State to [?] Ave, I been getting money
I got some niggas out the south and the east jumping
From Westwood to the mound, might not [?] pumping
Got big bags of the dope balled up like nuggets
I get it by the truckload, boxed up like Huggies
Hooked up with Paper Route, we âbout to make it ugly
Shouts out to Daddy-O, itâs a cold summer
We gonâ make these bitches sweat, I put that on my mama
We just want this money bitch, thatâs what we came for
Thatâs why I put these Forgiatoâs on these foreign cars
In the club, pocket full of cash, no credit card
In the morning Iâm dogging your bitch, late night Iâm with the mob
[Hook: Young Dolph]
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
I just want the money, that what we came for
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
We just want the money, that what we came for
We just want the money, that what we came for
I just want the money, that what we came for
[Outro: Young Dolph]
You know what we came for nigga
Real nigga shit
If I want it I get it
If I want it I spend it
It's Dolph!
J-Money, what's poppin'?
Bino, what up?
Yo, what's poppin'?
Fizzle, what's crackin'?
Ay, ay! Real nigga shit
Paper Route Empire
Uh huh!
- Album:
- Gelato
- King of Memphis
- Bosses & Shooters
- Rich Crack Baby
- High Class Street Music 5 (The Plug Best Friend) [Mixtape]
- 16 Zips
- Shitting On The Industry
- High Class Street Music 4 (American Gangster)
- Cross Country Trappin
- 16
- Zaytoven & Gucci Mane: Trap Kings Vol. 1
- Trap Nigga
- Compilation
- Get Paid - Single
- Shittin on the Industry
- Get Paid
- LeBron
- South Memphis Kingpin
- High Class Street Music 5: The Plug Best Friend
- Money Talks