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[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Bankroll Got It (You n*ggas is on some gangsta sh*t in this motherf*cker)
On mami, this n*gga 4X got rich in six months, you heard? (Huh, no cap)
It gotta be that Billion Dollar Baby sh*t (You know the f*ck goin' on)
n*gga really got rich in six months, for real, I watched that sh*t with my own f*ckin' eyes
Really three, but a n*gga spend too goddamn much
Goddamn, this n*gga get so much goddamn money, n*gga, what the f*ck? (Tellin' you)
Oh my God, I need a taste of the Rich Youngin
Okay (Okay), I'ma give her a taste of this sh*t (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that)
We ain't goin', your sh*t'll get blew back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, say it's smoke, we could do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like, "Who that?"
Your ho get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I'm the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X)

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We'll put a b*tch up like a throwback
Freak ho, she mix the Perc' with the Moët (Uh)
So many racks like I grow it (Racks)
Hit the stage, do my dance in this b*tch like I'm Kodak (Uh)
Make 'em freeze like he took a Kodak picture (Freeze)
My lil' n*gga move on 'em, I whistle
That b*tch think I'm hot, sizzle
I'm a pit', she told me her n*gga a Shih Tzu (Uh, uh)
I won't go back and forth with no rap n*gga, I got business to tend to
Too many racks to count, lil' n*gga, I'll flip you (Flip)
We fill him up with lead like a pencil (Brrt, brrt)
No diss, I'm tryna send a missile
I need M's, b*tch, I'm on a mission (Cash)
I'm with my, I'm with my shooter, but I got a stick, too (Uh)
He up, then I'm uppin' this b*tch 'til it click, too (Bah)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that)
Goin', we ain't goin', your sh*t'll get blew back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, say it's smoke, we could do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like, "Who that?"
Your ho get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I'm the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I said, "We gon' call that boy Rich Youngin'" (Rich)
He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let's go)
Okay, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah)
That lil' b*tch talkin' sh*t, kick her out (Like, b*tch)
I made my young n*ggas do that, go pull up and post up a pic at your house (Cheese)
Make him tag BDB in the caption (Let's go)
Hit his ass with that stick, he come out (Okay)
I done went spent a whole lot of money with Johnny, I got a whole brick in my mouth (Yes, sir)
My b*tch get the money, b*tch, send the deposit if you want my b*tch to come out (No cap)
They want f*ck me, Big 4, and my DJ (Big 4)
Throw my shirt at a ho, it's on eBay
Windows down, the heat on on the freeway (Zoom)
I pull up with Rich Youngin, they holler that n*gga

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas & Lil Baby]
Got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that)
Goin', we ain't goin', your sh*t'll get blew back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, say it's smoke, we could do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like, "Who that?"
Your ho get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I'm the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X, Baby)
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
It's Baby and Baby and 4X
I ran that lil' sh*t up in no time
Puttin' di*k in your b*tch if we lock eyes
I'm so hot, start a fire when I walk in
Hit her friend, I ain't stop when she walk in (Nat)
I can drop every month and go top ten
Make her do what I say, let her get what she want
b*tch, you better shut up when I'm talkin' (Shut up)
Lot of cars, how the f*ck I miss walkin'? (Nah)
I drop hit after hit, I don't miss (Never)
'Posed to be somewhere servin' in one of them houses with pounds, how the f*ck I get rich?
Who the hell said that life was a b*tch?
I got too many b*tches, but one life to live
f*ck how they feel
If we got a problem, that money'll solve it
My dollars and followers match
I really started from scratch
Pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap
Influence the youngins to trap
Put my whole hood on the map, first the water was tap
Now a jet for a nap, now the motor the back
Meet promoter with racks, keep her head in my lap
And my hand on the strap, ain't no dyke sh*t
On that Chief Keef, "I Don't Like" sh*t