CHANGE MY LIFE By Stunna 4 Vegas & Blac Youngsta
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Bankroll Got It
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I’m finna *** this ***, let’s go
It’s Rich Youngin, 4X (Blatt)
4X, 4X (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
It’s 4X, ah, ha (Blatt)
Young rich ***, I bought all my ice (I bought all this ***)
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice (Uh)
I’m on their ass like white on rice
***’ that ***, I don’t give her advice (Uh, uh)
Sellin’ baby *** changed my life
My niggas gon’ slide, if I’m wrong or I’m right (Uh)
And we don’t diss and don’t type with no opp ass ***
You get hit on sight, let’s go (Come here)
I’m killing this *** all night (Uh)
I hit her with all my might (Uh)
She know I *** her down just right
If she eat the *** good I might buy her a flight
I might buy her a bag (Uh), if the *** could go get me a bag
She love when I *** from the back
I’m like her father, she callin’ me, “Daddy” (Let’s go)
I let my brother tag in, that *** booty big, got a wagon (Uh)
You know I’m a dog, I’m a drag her
I ain’t cuffin’ that, I’ma pass her (Uh)
I throw me a Perc’ back and be higher than NASA (Uh)
This ice got me cold like Alaska
They know Stunna get sharp than a dagger
Ain’t finna beef with no rapper, lil’ ***, I’m a bagger
Don’t pass me no Henny, why not?
‘Cause I’m pourin’ Wock’ on rocks
Uh, could’ve poured this *** on my watch
Ayy, look at these pointers around my clock
***, I got more hoes than Flavor Flav
If that *** hatin’, then he a lame (Lame)
Bad ass lil’ ***, he paved the way
Used to be broke, now I ball like Damon Wayans (Ball)
Young rich ***, I bought all my ice (Uh)
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their ass like white on rice
***’ that ***, I don’t give her advice (***, ***)
Sellin’ baby *** changed my life (On gang)
My niggas gon’ slide, if I’m wrong, I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type with no opp ass ***
You get hit on sight, let’s go (Come here)
Hit him with the stick on sight
Make a *** do the moonwalk like Mike
Smack a rap *** like Ike
Every time I run into that *** boy, he be playin’ nice
Shoot a-shoot a *** *** on sight
Down a couple pounds, and catch me a flight
Truth be told, I’m only here for the night
Tryna catch a girl, get a girl, *** on your wife
Truth me told, I’m at war with the opps
Leave a *** cold like some daiquiri
And I keep a fully loaded MAC with me
And I’m sick of Uncle Sam taxin’ me
I ain’t never broken bread with no ***
Ain’t no *** even askin’ me
She got good *** like a massager
Stick it in, she relaxin’ me
Pulled down for the backend
I done got the MAC in, you don’t even know I’m packin’
Quarterback, throw a pack in
Middle man slackin’, he in need for a whackin’
Rich youngin’, what’s brackin’?
Twistin’ fingers up, we call that stackin’
Get caught relaxin’
Where I’m from, ***, we call that lackin’
Young rich ***, I bought all my ice
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their ass like white on rice
***’ that ***, I don’t give her advice (***, ***)
Sellin’ baby *** changed my life (On gang)
My niggas gon’ slide, if I’m wrong, I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type with no opp ass ***
You get hit on sight, let’s go (Come here)