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[Hook : Manolo Rose] Bankroll, real money never fall Diamond line Yeah you ain’t know? I bought 10 gold chains Yeah, I’mma show off I’mma show off I got my weight up I got my weight up I’mma show off You got your weight up Now you gonna show off [Verse 1 : Problem] I ain't got nothing left to prove Money flow sturdier than a cruise Ooh, eight hundred a foot walk in my shoe Crack bitches while hatin' niggas copy my moves Barkin louder than my weed my G, I still ain’t enthused Crackin’ shows Pretty talls with their back exposed Pack a trip Pack some clothes [Hook : Manolo Rose] [Verse 2 : Problem] You’re tryin’ to get there You ain’t tryin’ to sit there Baby it’s my time Hustling, watching every step Like it’s a nail on the floor Let it wrip Let it snitch Ain’t tellin’ no more [Hook : Manolo Rose] [Verse 3 : Problem] It was 3 am I thought his ass was going home I got the car from Chris He said his little brother is gone It’s probably better that the fucking got him Please help me I’m trying to find another way I’m on the high way in search for better days Flying South-West Say you wanna get away Take it how it is A couple of more sips [Hook : Manolo Rose] [Verse 4 : Bad Lucc] I’m just a little nigga With a big ass drink Married to the game And if you’re trying to get your momma You don’t know right You can’t see the diamonds in the ice Raise your hand in the club if you’re the man If you ain’t talkin’ money, baby Let them know what’s the plan I be great It’s bad luck, baby in the fall back I pull up to the ground I pull up my crown I don’t even care And it’s back to the I’m just an East Side nigga Being fly as they can be 365 I’ll be on the ground I’ll be blowin’ their minds