Bring Them Things

[Intro]

Zaytoven

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

How I'm going crazy crazy crazy bitch I get it

These bitches popping mollies like the hippies in the 60's

Bring your ass to East Atlanta I don't do deliveries

I'm talking like I'm Tony Montana

Homes ain't killing no children

In Sun Valley with blue new Ballys and

Bricks all under the building

Homegirl said her man getting money

But I ain't seen the nigga I missed it

New Lambo and I'm sitting real low

Sliding riding without my ceiling

Used to be my ho, you can have that ho

My nigga I ain't got no feelings

Before I started rapping, Gucci Mane was selling dope

Her brother want to meet me but I'm steady saying 'no'

Call my phone again, I'mma have to tell 'em 'go'

2 hundred squares, hundred pairs

What's the price - low (Gucci)

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]

Bring them things in, bring them things in

When you come, man make sure you have them dividends

Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds

So I can easily count it

Man I'm going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted

How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch

I'm a Zone 3 nigga you know I'm on that slum shit

And my nigga from that 6

And he juugin off them bricks

And he fucking with Yung Fresh

And they know the streets is back (hey)

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

Johnny Dang on my wrist

Cost 'bout a couple bricks

Got Vellanos on my whips

Forgiatos on my whips

Got the .40 on my hip

With 'bout 50 in the clip

Hit the kitchen, hit the strip

Drop some pounds and some zips

Hit the block, sell it here

Hit your block, let it rip

She give me top in that six

Bitch my watch very clear

And my pockets very fat

And I stay spending racks

Spend them stacks, get it back

12 chickens in the back

Migos meet me in the front

Bitch this ain't what I want

Try to play me like a punk

My niggas will leave you slumped

Migos meet me in the front

Bitch this ain't what I want

Try to play me like a punk

My niggas will leave you slumped

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]

Bring them things in, bring them things in

When you come, man make sure you have them dividends

Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds

So I can easily count it

Man I'm going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted

How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch

I'm a Zone 3 nigga you know I'm on that slum shit

And my nigga from that 6

And he juugin off them bricks

And he fucking with Yung Fresh

And they know the streets is back (hey)

[Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh]

Juugin off the mid

On the table is the Sig

Man we got cameras in the front

We see you backing in (I see you nigga hey)

When you come in

Make sure you have them hundreds then

We count dividends

Only conversating if you spend

Super charge straight A

Charger see it on them rims

Bitch I'm fucking head in

You been a real nigga when (when?)

If you wanna buy ten

Come and buy a thirty-six

Charge him thirty-two nicks

That's a five for the drive

Benz top circumcised

And you know the body wide

Glock 9 on my thigh

Hit him right between the eyes

Yung Fresh street nigga

Bitch I'm from the Jack City

Allen Temple riding with me

If you want it come get it (Fresh)

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]

Bring them things in, bring them things in

When you come, man make sure you have them dividends

Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds

So I can easily count it

Man I'm going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted

How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch

I'm a Zone 3 nigga you know I'm on that slum shit

And my nigga from that 6

And he juugin off them bricks

And he fucking with Yung Fresh

And they know the streets is back (hey)