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

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've 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 it's 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