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(B-B-Bankroll Got It) (Keed talk to 'em) My hitman don't take a day off My hitman don't take a day off (Slimeball) My hitman don't take a day off My hitman don't take a day off Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308 (Huh?) I don't really know how to [?], but you know I eat beef, I'ma kill an altercation (Keed, talk to 'em) Yeah, I'm drippin', I stunt on these motherfuckers All this jewelry, I can't hide from your baby mother She a real headhunter, she eat the rubber Tote my Cuban links on me, my neck is cluttered Told my daughter, "Don't worry, you know you covered" She be jumpin' on the bed with the Fendi covers I got rid of them boys who ain't really love me No, you can't call 'bout your fuckin' money Yeah, I'm too blessed for 'em, so I went and got rich I got the Rolls truck, yeah, the Cullinan Yeah, when I feel like I can pee on the bitch Yeah, they know I'm as hot as it get I'm hot as a brick, came from the bricks Yeah, if a rat nigga diss, then he get hit with that stick It'll be more than a war that you spit Letras de cancionesWhy these niggas be hatin' on this shit? They know I'm the top of the list Yeah, I put the hood on my back, then went and took me a risk Three-sixty-five, how many times a young nigga changed up the wrist? Yeah, I can't even count how many times you came right back to my dick (Okay, let's go) My hitman don't take a day off My hitman don't take a day off (Slimeball) My hitman don't take a day off My hitman don't take a day off Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308 I don't really know how to [?], but you know I eat beef, I'ma kill an altercation (Keed, talk to 'em) No cap, I stunt on these motherfuckers (No kizzy) Drop a 30 in a mall, I'm swishing buckets F&Ns that's I'm totin', they'll pin his cushion And these slimes that I'm 'round with, they'll kill your buddy Send my shooters 'round me, I'ma real hustler Michael Vick with my dawgs, it could get ugly Two hundred thousand on bullets, man, fuck it Put that fye in his mouth, tell 'em suck it It could be a face shot, yeah, these niggas want beef? (Let's go) Yeah, it's really nothin' to talk 'bout Nun' but slimes when I pop out This YSL shit, ain't nothin' bigger I'm makin' one call, they get shot like a missile I'm in the bank, with so many Ms Young nigga with figures, they callin' me Mister They send a drop, then it's dead doc All my lil' partner 'nem serve raw Yeah, came from [?] road, I'm stuck in the back like the pedal My folks ain't doin' no tellin', yeah, shh, shh, yeah, they better Yeah, big chopstick, yeah, F&N, nah, ain't no Berettas (Woo, yeah) My hitman don't take a day off My hitman don't take a day off (Slimeball) My hitman don't take a day off My hitman don't take a day off Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308 I don't really know how to [?], but you know I eat beef, I'ma kill an altercation From Letras Mania