[Intro: Asian Doll]
Aye
It's the motherfuckin' Doll in this bitch (What, what, what)
London On Da Track
And ain't shit change but the bankroll, bitch
[Verse 1: Asian Doll]
They out here askin' questions 'bout who I be fuckin' (Aye)
I might let that nigga eat my pussy, I won't cuff him (I can't cuff, what?)
If that money ain't sittin' in my hand, then I don't trust it (No, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Made the last nigga to my friend 'cause I ain't trust him (Aye)
I need all my niggas, grab that paper and come spend it (Spend it, brr)
I need all my bitches, shake they ass and grab they titties
They know what it is when they see me in they city
For a show and a feature, I'ma need a cool fifty
Look, I don't want no smoke
But if you bring it, I won't cancel (Boom, boom)
Call me Asian Iverson, 'cause I got all the answеrs (All the answers)
I might take your bottom bitch and put hеr on a stroll
Nigga, don't you come outside if you ain't got no bankroll (Bitch)
They all know my type, you might just catch me with a thug (With a thug)
Depending on how he act, I bring a bitch home from the club (Ha)
My lawyer say I'm good and all my paperwork is straight
You bitches say my name now, it's gon' cost your ass to hate (Bitch)
[Chorus: Asian Doll]
Aye, everybody get a bankroll (Yeah)
Everybody, everybody get a bankroll (What?)
Everybody get a bankroll (Uh-huh)
Everybody, everybody get a bankroll (Yeah) (What?)
Everybody get a bankroll (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
All that internet sneak dissin', we don't play them games
Crazy way [?] got like eighty chains
Threw that chopper in the air, I'm tryna' make it rain
Fuck the gang, hit him in his tee until I make it stain
Keep that dark shit in my hands, ain't gotta hide the [?]
Slide on niggas like we at Cascade, bitch, I'm tryna' skate (Bitch)
Keep 40 like I'm OVO but rather fly with Drake
Hit L.A., bitch, I'm in Ace of Diamonds, threw a Audi '8
Richard Millie for the water like I'm by the lake
Street nigga, rather buy that pussy, I ain't tryna' wait
See them boys up in the club, they tryna' hide they face
Tell the jury, got a lot of shooters and a lot of pape'
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