Artist: Bankroll Fresh f/ London Jae, Shad Da God, T.I. Album: Smoke Tree (S) Song: Smoke Tree Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Heard you was at the muthafucking Ruth Chris yesterday with a bird What the fuck you talking about? You not... I just said what I'm talking about Who is you out there eating with? 7 Why is you feeding these hoes? Creeping... hold up, you fucked up my counting You gotta... do I look like I'm stupid? I'm in the muthafucking Ruth [Chorus: Shad da God] Bitch can't kill my vibe Bitch can't kill my vibe I was on percs and weed and drink She tried to look in my eyes But I had the Dior's on, she can't See hoe memorized They tryna get televised I'm sipping the dirty cup Some shit I would not advise In that blunt Regular thotty, gon whip out the D I had your bitch and she wrapped round my feet I get the molly, the drink and the weed I give you extendo... it's my treat I don't wanna treat no bitch when I just want tree Want tree, hol up, want tree, hol up, want tree, hol up Just want trees, hol up [Verse 1: Shad da God] Gotta ride with TIP Gotta keep it dirty dick Got a Puerto Rican bitch, she on Miami grit Just turn up, these streets gon pay me This girl keep bankroll hold My one hoe got that new Mercedes Can't kill my vibe when I'm on them percs And all that drink me lately Think I'm gonna be slim like shady You fucking with a Bankroll baby Nigga might fuck around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover [Chorus] [Verse 2: T.I.] In the wee hours of every morning Yeah we up with that money and steady going Your hoe know I ain't gon get out When I pull up she sitting round listening for Bentley horns That bankroll's so necessary You crowd me, that action ain't mandatory Can't compare us, I ain't in your category Still I'm the shit like a lavatory Ain't gon go back and forth Got your bitch head down south and her ass up north Give her ass what she asking for When I finish she tell me my dick is spectacular Make her suck on it like Dracula Right fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular Then make her a private jet passenger Mile in the sky, popping molly, enjoying the high [Chorus] [Verse 3: London Jae] Act like you know I'm a kill it Act like you know I'm the realest Act like these bitches ain't gon chase this money I'm a throw that shit to the ceiling Oh what a feeling Been at this shit for a minute Ain't no safety on the folder The clip is extended My tee-shirt is My jeans is skinny Bitch I come straight out them trenches Run through that bitch I don't... now Finally motherfucking rich now I don't care about no bitch now Just cop me a six now Will blast it Flying through traffic Bitch I'm a savage Young, rich and flashy Only fuck with the baddest All about my cabbage [Chorus]