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Big bankroll and that shit too hard to fold Countin' racks with all my chains on and I got cold Backwoods stuffed with fat grams, I'm blowin' O's Walk inside the bank, you still can smell it on my clothes Ayy, dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Press one button in the coupe and then I'm gone High as hell, what's in my blunt? Bitch, this that strong No, I am not from this planet, phoning home Bitch, I'm ridin' with that choppa and it's chrome I feel just like Marvin with this Glock, let's get it on [?] I looked up, the shit was gone Ayy, named my Glock "Medusa," this bitch turn you into stone I'm just warming up, just wait until I get inside my zone Countin' up these racks, fingers stickin' to the paper Bitch, I keep a stick, just like my name was Darth Vader All about the guap, I got chicken like a cater Hundred in the chop and this bitch came with a laser Big bankroll and that shit too hard to fold Countin' racks with all my chains on and I got cold Backwoods stuffed with fat grams, I'm blowin' O's Walk inside the bank, you still can smell it on my clothes Ayy, dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough Dough, dough, I'm gettin' dough From Letras Mania