[Lyric] Guns Bankrolls (Drizzy Jet)

[Intro]
Every day, these niggas mad

[Pre-Chorus]
Every day, somebody mad, every second, I don't give a fuck
Hotbox the coupe, tell Ben, "Roll the windows up"
Promise to my niggas I'ma get us rich like I owe them somethin'
This shit be started, I won't let these niggas take it from us

[Chorus]
Hatin' niggas mad 'cause my bag bigger
Sneaky bitches lyin', tryna get my riches
These niggas bitches, man, I hate when they act like they with it
Ran up my digits, I ain't stoppin', bitch, I'm 'bout my business

[Verse 1]
Flippin' state to state, fucked up my money tryna stack a ten
I ain't lettin' up on it, when I drop, they like, "He back again"
With some new shit, Jet dropped a new hit
Fuck my old ho, I got a new bitch
[Refrain]
We come from totin' poles, slidin', doin' hits
Brand new chopper and it came with a knife, I call it 21 (And I ain't even twenty-one)
But in this Glock, I put thirty of 'em
That's enough to murk you and your brother
This Jet shit, that's what we die for
I can see you fake even with my eyes closed
Life of a youngin, love guns and bankrolls
Bitch, I get money, drive fast cars, fuck hoes

[Chorus]
Hatin' niggas mad 'cause my bag bigger
Sneaky bitches lyin', tryna get my riches
These niggas bitches, man, I hate when they act like they with it
Ran up my digits, I ain't stoppin', bitch, I'm 'bout my business

[Verse 2]
The Big Jet gone, I'm gon' complete the mission
Still on my block, I'm still deep in them trenches
Still got cases pendin', still gotta watch these niggas
Got all these bitches trippin', they know that I'm that nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Every day, somebody mad, every second, I don't give a fuck
Hotbox the coupe, tell Ben, "Roll the windows up"
Promise to my niggas I'ma get us rich like I owe them somethin'
This shit be started, I won't let these niggas take it from us
[Chorus]
Hatin' niggas mad 'cause my bag bigger
Sneaky bitches lyin', tryna get my riches
These niggas bitches, man, I hate when they act like they with it
Ran up my digits, I ain't stoppin', bitch, I'm 'bout my business

[Refrain]
We come from totin' poles, slidin', doin' hits
Brand new chopper and it came with a knife, I call it 21 (And I ain't even twenty-one)
But in this Glock, I put thirty of 'em
That's enough to murk you and your brother
This Jet shit, that's what we die for
I can see you fake even with my eyes closed
Life of a youngin, love guns and bankrolls
Bitch, I get money, drive fast cars, fuck hoes