Bankroll Mafia ft. London Jae, T.I. & Shad da God – Smoke Tree Lyrics

Heard you was at the muthaf**king Ruth Chris yesterday with a bird
What the f**k you talking about?
You not…I just said what I’m talking about
Who is you out there eating with? 7
Why is you feeding these hoes?
Creeping…hold up, you f**ked up my counting
You gotta…do I look like I’m stupid?
I’m in the muthaf**king Ruth

(Chorus – Shad da God)
Bi**h can’t kill my vibe
Bi**h can’t kill my vibe
I was on percs and weed and drink
She tried to look in my eyes
But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t
See hoe memorized
They tryna get televised
I’m sipping the dirty cup
Some s**t I would not advise
In that blunt
Regular thotty, gon whip out the D
I had your bi**h and she wrapped round my feet
I get the molly, the drink and the weed
I give you extendo…it’s my treat
I don’t wanna treat no bi**h when I just want tree
Want tree, hol up, want tree, hol up, want tree, hol up
Just want trees, hol up

(Verse 1 – Shad da God)
Gotta ride with TIP
Gotta keep it dirty d**k
Got a Puerto Rican bi**h, she on Miami grit
Just turn up, these streets gon pay me
This girl keep bankroll hold
My one hoe got that new Mercedes
Can’t kill my vibe when I’m on them percs
And all that drink me lately
Think I’m gonna be slim like shady
You f**king with a Bankroll baby
Ni**a might f**k around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis
Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – T.I.)
In the wee hours of every morning
Yeah we up with that money and steady going
Your hoe know I ain’t gon get out
When I pull up she sitting round listening for Bentley horns
That bankroll’s so necessary
You crowd me, that action ain’t mandatory
Can’t compare us, I ain’t in your category
Still I’m the s**t like a lavatory
Ain’t gon go back and forth
Got your b*tch head down south and her a*s up north
Give her a*s what she asking for
When I finish she tell me my d**k is spectacular
Make her s**k on it like Dracula
Right fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular
Then make her a private jet passenger
Mile in the sky, popping molly, enjoying the high

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – London Jae)
Act like you know I’mma kill it
Act like you know I’m the realest
Act like these bi**hes ain’t gon chase this money
I’mma throw that s**t to the ceiling
Oh what a feeling
Been at this s**t for a minute
Ain’t no safety on the folder
The clip is extended
My tee-shirt is
My jeans is skinny
Bi**h I come straight out them trenches
Run through that bi**h I don’t…now
Finally motherf**king rich now
I don’t care about no bi**h now
Just cop me a six now
Will blast it
Flying through traffic
Bi**h I’m a savage
Young, rich and flashy
Only f**k with the baddest
All about my cabbage

(Repeat Chorus)