Change Lyrics - Singles - K Camp

All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace 

She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing 

Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris 

Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson 

And know we all 'bout the bankroll 

But got a car for every color of the rainbow 

Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch 

I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back) 

Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack) 

And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly) 

And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die) 

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Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young nigga stack 

Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, nigga what the fuck is that 

Nigga that's from, side note I want a mill 

Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real 

Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind 

Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time 

This that trap music, urban legend 

Bitch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson 

Case a nigga wanna test me 

Fuck it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this shit up with my team 

Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans 

Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some shit that you've never seen 

Now I'm here with the king 

And know we all 'bout the bankroll 

But got a car for every color of the rainbow 

Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch 

I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back) 

Hundred K, two or three in the sack 

And all we know is double up and stay fly 

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And run that check up, be a hustler till I die 

Hold up, what it look like 

I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger 

Going hard, on an all-nighter 

And then I give it back to ya nigga I don't like her 

Did shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency 

If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac ho check it 

Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it 

Never hesitate and share a time my peasant 

Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence 

Fully automatic let you have these pellets 

Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone nigga 

We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla 

Got a bad bitch with no thong with em 

And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her 

So good made her running back 

She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double that 

The nigga had her eating double stacks 

I fill her pockets full with double stack 

She doing right, get another rack 

Crib with a hella pad, full of fine bitches hella bad 

Ran out of cab nigga never add 

And know we all 'bout the bankroll 

But got a car for every color of the rainbow 

Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch 

I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down) 

Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back) 

Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack) 

And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly) 

And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)