Released: December 13, 2019
Songwriter: Joel Banks Sean Mula Taylor Banks Smokepurpp
Producer: Jae Roc Bankroll Got It
[Intro]
B-B-Bankroll got it
[Chorus]
Bought all-white Forces, I got mud on 'em
These niggas mad 'cause these bitches wanna fuck on us
Quarter-mil', stuff it all in the Chanel bag
Sure these bitches pop their pussy when you get a bag (Bag)
And you can't trust these snakes, they gon' tell on you (Tell on you)
Turn around, they'll prolly put the Feds on you (Feds on you)
They really salty when a nigga get a pack
So I matted out that Lambo' just to get these niggas mad (Uh-huh)
[Post-Chorus]
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh), yeah
[Verse]
Slime's still in the VIP and he still slammin' shit
We ain't fuckin' with no rats, you know we whackin' shit
Seventy thousand on my wrist, an AP on that shit
Bitch, I came up out the mud so I can talk that shit
I'm in Cali, I'm still actin' like a Florida jit
Fuck a .22, I'm ridin' with a stick
All this money, how I'm s'posed to trust a bitch?
Only chase the bag, and I'm like, "Fuck a bitch" (Oh-oh)
Brand new Ghost and it's not rented
Had to tell 'em, "Fuck the tints," so you know who in it
Had to put on all my jewelry so you know who winnin'
And if I ever take a L, it's 'cause the Glock went missin'
Fuck niggas ran up on me but they couldn't finish
They don't want this shit, they hate to see a nigga winnin'
Tell all the opps I say, "Fuck you," 'cause I got plenty (Brrt)
My young niggas drop a nigga for a light twenty (Brrt)
[Chorus]
Bought all-white Forces, I got mud on 'em
These niggas mad 'cause these bitches wanna fuck on us
Quarter-mil', stuff it all in the Chanel bag
Sure these bitches pop their pussy when you get a bag (Bag)
And you can't trust these snakes, they gon' tell on you (Tell on you)
Turn around, they'll prolly put the Feds on you (Feds on you)
They really salty when a nigga get a pack
So I matted out that Lambo' just to get these niggas mad (Uh-huh)
[Post-Chorus]
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh), yeah
B-B-Bankroll got it
[Chorus]
Bought all-white Forces, I got mud on 'em
These niggas mad 'cause these bitches wanna fuck on us
Quarter-mil', stuff it all in the Chanel bag
Sure these bitches pop their pussy when you get a bag (Bag)
And you can't trust these snakes, they gon' tell on you (Tell on you)
Turn around, they'll prolly put the Feds on you (Feds on you)
They really salty when a nigga get a pack
So I matted out that Lambo' just to get these niggas mad (Uh-huh)
[Post-Chorus]
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh), yeah
[Verse]
Slime's still in the VIP and he still slammin' shit
We ain't fuckin' with no rats, you know we whackin' shit
Seventy thousand on my wrist, an AP on that shit
Bitch, I came up out the mud so I can talk that shit
I'm in Cali, I'm still actin' like a Florida jit
Fuck a .22, I'm ridin' with a stick
All this money, how I'm s'posed to trust a bitch?
Only chase the bag, and I'm like, "Fuck a bitch" (Oh-oh)
Brand new Ghost and it's not rented
Had to tell 'em, "Fuck the tints," so you know who in it
Had to put on all my jewelry so you know who winnin'
And if I ever take a L, it's 'cause the Glock went missin'
Fuck niggas ran up on me but they couldn't finish
They don't want this shit, they hate to see a nigga winnin'
Tell all the opps I say, "Fuck you," 'cause I got plenty (Brrt)
My young niggas drop a nigga for a light twenty (Brrt)
[Chorus]
Bought all-white Forces, I got mud on 'em
These niggas mad 'cause these bitches wanna fuck on us
Quarter-mil', stuff it all in the Chanel bag
Sure these bitches pop their pussy when you get a bag (Bag)
And you can't trust these snakes, they gon' tell on you (Tell on you)
Turn around, they'll prolly put the Feds on you (Feds on you)
They really salty when a nigga get a pack
So I matted out that Lambo' just to get these niggas mad (Uh-huh)
[Post-Chorus]
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh)
Swear I do this shit on purpose (Purpose)
I pop my shit, I know my purpose (Uh-huh), yeah