5 on the Dot - Idontknowjeffery, Xavier Wulf, Bankroll Rico

After hours, nigga

Late night creep, nigga

Better get ya motherfucking weight up, nigga

We finna go play with them hoes

Money 17

Boy how much you really making cut the shit and stop the faking

Bake a nigga now he bacon, scrambled eggs we breakfast making

All these niggas think they Satan save it nigga why you playing

He look dead look how he laying, switch the subject fuck it man

Pull up doing the best I can intelligence is dominant

Every time I smoke a blunt I reminisce my innocence

Nowadays I flip and break a fit a little bit too quick

I tried to be more rationale but my pride ain’t having it

I don’t know what else to do you come for me I fear for you

Fuck him, her and you and you I give no fuck bout any fool

Look at you, you dressed in jewels but what you bring is silly dude

Imma keep it real and true but know your place and keep it cool

5 on the dot

Eyes on the twat

Eyes on a thot

Her eyes on my knots

(money)

Two in the mornin' Who tryna bone

Who tryna joan (train)

Crew made of stone

Racks after racks (money)

Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)

Cunt after cunt (bitches)

Stunt after stunt

Nigga yee ain’t gotta ask

Know I got them packs

Clients turn to rats thats why I don’t sell jack

Ok I walk in a bank bitch my cup full of drank

When my nose get runny bitch I got a Louie hank

We ain’t pouring out the bottle bitch we pouring out the pint

All these fucking diamonds on me could of bought a fucking wraith

But I said fuck that shit I got a mil in the safe

For you niggas playing pussy bitch I’m coming where you lay

Bitch I went to jail bundled out

Got out clean slate

Told all my hoes don’t come home again got my cake (money)

Bankroll Rico pimp ya fucking bae

Took ya hoe to the bay she selling pussy by the lake

All my hoes yeah they get that lease, 10k for a day

Bitch they breaking all you sugar daddies every damn day

Ass in my hand

Rope around your wrist

Tan mini van

It’s four thirty and I’m

Dirty Dan

Unsanitary,

bands hit the fan

Nigga, 5 in the AM

Don’t give a damn

Uh, here we go again

Red bull and gin

Nigga gone like the wind

Left with her friend

Never talked again

Hundreds don’t bend, nigga

He thought he could pull my bitch

But uh uh, I think not

There’s a difference in my texture, my nigga that you ain’t got

He say Debbie is the wifey but squad say she a thot

Ima tell you what I’m not about to do is sit and rot

Ay every day I pull up andalé without a damn delay

Hold up wait

What the fuck you say we headed towards your way

Ridgeway, Kirby Parkway hit the state escape

Yo bitch wanna set a date I threw that shit the other way

I threw this bitch the other way I got bitches on layaway

He say that she a runaway

She tryna make a 100 K

She selling in my hideaway just pulled up in my driveway

Ima send her outside through the fucking walkway

Every day bitch pregnant ain’t gon give a nigga lee way

All my hoes gon' keep on foreplay she a suck it in a store way

Bitch I’m high speed on the highway

Blow a check

Drop my hoe off in my stingray bitch I pull up its a replay bitch

5 on the dot

Eyes on the twat

Eyes on a thot

Her eyes on my knots (money)

Two in the mornin' Who tryna bone

Who tryna joan (train)

Crew made of stone

Racks after racks (money)

Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)

Cunt after cunt (bitches)

Stunt after stunt

Nigga yee ain’t gotta ask

Know I got them packs

Clients turn to rats thats why I don’t sell jack