Granny

[Hook: Bankroll Fresh] Granny came out like what the fuck going on Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin' [?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving Back then they were working Nigga [?] Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard T-Top foreign, buttons and all that.. You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at [Verse 1: Bankroll Fresh] [?] Serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes 'round Used to want a 87' pro ham big brain super [?] Know I want my shit mount Know them rubberband count it Know your bitch on my dick And you know I'm selling ounces Used to ride 78, to take the shit to Stone Mountain Now I'm a street executive with street money Nigga and I count it Oh you niggas looking bad Oh you niggas looking mad Super charge on them motherfucker Cam, got this bitch fast Young nigga just left the dealer I'm talking about paper tags I'm talking about straight cash Where you flickas, that's your bands Nigga try to duck the van Keep your eye on your man The young nigga ridin' and wildin' Murk your ass over Xans [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Bought a Maybach out of Pro Tools Before that it was no rules First one with Panamera, treat that bitch like a old school First I got them burglar bars, then I got my shit together When we was on section 8, I feel like I'd pay rent forever Started off with triple zeros then I got me some Ziplocs We ain't had no peep hole, open that bitch with a 6 shot Pull up to the dealership, left that hit a tint shop Left that and hit the jewelry store, left there with a wrist watch Mama still watching Matlock, got the block on padlock Used all my Gucci boxes, as motherfucking stash spots What more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard Got a trap on fire, nigga, we was down a street from the airport [Hook] [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] 100 grams in my nutsack, had to tuck it from 12 Grinding on my Nextel, youngins slanging them bells My uncle Joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale Back in the day I was rapping, the dope was shippin' through mail 2004 clientele, I drank my packs on the daily OG smelling like piss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale I put Fochinis on my bunion, it's the key to my step Ferragamo 'round my waist, I put handcuffs on myself Fuck 12 pussy nigga, they can't find out where the stash at Hundred gas bag, in the Audi hatchback I started grinding, ain't got no where else to hide the cash at Granny came home like what the fuck going on!?? [Hook]