Bodies x Bankrolls lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Ayy, Vato, come here, Vato
Huh? Yeah

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I got that sh*t in my pocket, I'm ready to spend it, fifteen thousand
I'm in a Redeye off the liquor, we had a tequila shower (Take a shot)
I got this sh*t on my neck, this sh*t hurt
These n*ggas I'm with, they'll shoot somethin' at work
Bro got the trap goin' crazy
sh*t got for real, they ain't missin' shows on the first
I really hang with n*ggas that'll steal your car and have models cookin' up some work
I'm talkin' 'bout ass-naked, I put this sh*t on my back like it hurt
I shot out like a rocket ship, I want a bad b*tch, yeah, I won a championship
We can't blow this cover, what's the rules?
Slam on the door, tell the hoes no phones in here
I got this sh*t in my mouth, feel like stones in here
I'm in a millionaire meeting, I belong in here
I meant multi-million, yeah, aight

[Verse 2: Sett]
I still hang with n*ggas that steal cars
I made a model b*tch put her heels on
She better not pull off on her hair, tryna call Crook when I'm smackin' her rear
Dope boy status, I'm that n*gga, they already know that I move with killers
I'm loaded, boy, I really got scrilla
Call my blitz and the fox come get you
In the scope, but the bottles ain't hit him
You trippin', I already spent your ticket
Your numbers ain't addin' up, n*gga
You can give that sh*t up, tryna at me, n*gga
Before a n*gga take somethin' from me
n*gga be sleepin', the thirty'll kill 'em
I been hood rich 'fore my deal
Stealin' these cars, ten get you killed
He in love, boy favin' his b*tch
She settin' sh*t up, she gettin' us lit
Shake another hand, nobody done moved
And a n*gga know that I'm crushin' his b*tch
See, how I murder love with lil' shawty
She already know, put that sh*t in my hand
P, I ain't got no P card dance
Labels be trippin', up my advance
Hits on hits, I ain't gotta plan
How many n*ggas got hit whenever I spinned? (Ooh)
FattCrook after that Fatt
He ain't got no lick back
He smelly, that boy gotta sh*t in a bag
Any n*gga city, n*gga, I got rank
My status, CEO, n*gga, I'm that
[Verse 3: YTB Fatt]
I sold a hit 'fore I first sold a gram
I told the ho put that sh*t in my hand
n*gga, my hood wired off my advance
I put that sh*t on his head for my mans
Bodies and bankrolls
If I want his life, I ain't callin' the foxes
I'ma just drop the cheese off to Vato
I'ma remind you pussies
Foxes and boppas, n*gga, got real killers on the payroll
pus*y