Bankroll Mafia – Out My Face Lyrics

[Hook: T.I. + Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put ’em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
I’ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I’m gon’ meet my jugg, I’ma burn out the Lac
You gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that shit

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
From my point, we sayin’ it ain’t an issue
Now I put up them trap bands on a bitch through
I talk to Roscoe everyday like ‘Hey we miss you’
You ain’t miss shootin’ at the driver, shit [?] tricked you
I just dropped in the flame, and fucked up some Benjis
Money comin’ and goin’, you in that Bimmy
I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly
I’m with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy

[Hook: T.I. + Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put ’em in that box I say
100k get it out my safe
If you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
I’ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I’m gon’ meet my jugg, I’ma burn out the Lac
You gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that shit

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I gotta, top off it ain’t for rent
Fuck a, tongue bitch I’m not a lick
Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit
No frog, but I came up out the motherfuckin’ trenches
Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it
Dig it? I’m in Japan like a fuckin’ skillet
Do you dig it? She actin’ tough but I know that she with it
Dig it? Dig it? She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty
I’m showin’ love out in Magic City
Buy you a dub, I ain’t talking twenties
You don’t show no love, you were never with it
Raining bullets on your cars man I hope he with it
Cause he gon’ get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon’ get it
I’m that boy yeah yeah but I’m not kiddin’
I asked her do she got a passport she said if she didn’t I would purchase it so what I asked for it!

[Hook: T.I. + Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put ’em in that box I say
100k get it out my safe
If you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
I’ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I’m gon’ meet my jugg, I’ma burn out the Lac
You gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that shit

[Verse 3: London Jae & T.I.]
Coming for the money the money lil nigga
Hangin’ out the one gun out he runnin’ lil nigga
Ten scrates, I’m a baller no foul on lil nigga
Money over bitches forever, you don’t want it lil nigga
Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that 200 rack
Photo 650 three bitches in a matress
Run the city like marathon, backwoods store in chevron, shoot every gun, I never run
24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron
Meet me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude
Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right now
Might try me, plug and pull up right now
Nigga I could give a damn about your ten percent, cause you could front me fifty grand and I’m getting rich

[Hook: T.I. + Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put ’em in that box I say
100k get it out my safe
If you ain’t talkin’ money, boy, get out my face, hey
I’ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I’m gon’ meet my jugg, I’ma burn out the Lac
You gettin’, drug money, yeah we promotin’ that shit

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