Stunna 4 Vegas – CHANGE MY LIFE Lyrics

Uh
Bankroll Got It
Uh
I’m finna kill this b—-, let’s go
It’s Rich Youngin, 4X (Blatt)
4X, 4X (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
It’s 4X, ah, ha (Blatt)

Young rich n—-, I bought all my ice (I bought all this s—)
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice (Uh)
I’m on their a– like white on rice
F—–‘ that b—-, I don’t give her advice (Uh, uh)
Sellin’ baby s— changed my life
My n—– gon’ slide, if I’m wrong or I’m right (Uh)
And we don’t diss and don’t type with no opp a– n—-
You get hit on sight, let’s go (Come here)

I’m killing this b—- all night (Uh)
I hit her with all my might (Uh)
She know I d— her down just right
If she eat the d— good I might buy her a flight
I might buy her a bag (Uh), if the b—- could go get me a bag
She love when I f— from the back
I’m like her father, she callin’ me, “Daddy” (Let’s go)
I let my brother tag in, that b—- booty big, got a wagon (Uh)
You know I’m a dog, I’m a drag her
I ain’t cuffin’ that, I’ma pass her (Uh)
I throw me a Perc’ back and be higher than NASA (Uh)
This ice got me cold like Alaska
They know Stunna get sharp than a dagger
Ain’t finna beef with no rapper, lil’ b—-, I’m a bagger
Don’t pass me no Henny, why not?
‘Cause I’m pourin’ Wock’ on rocks
Uh, could’ve poured this s— on my watch
Ayy, look at these pointers around my clock
B—-, I got more hoes than Flavor Flav
If that n—- hatin’, then he a lame (Lame)
Bad a– lil’ n—-, he paved the way
Used to be broke, now I ball like Damon Wayans (Ball)

Young rich n—-, I bought all my ice (Uh)
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their a– like white on rice
F—–‘ that b—-, I don’t give her advice (Thot, thot)
Sellin’ baby s— changed my life (On gang)
My n—– gon’ slide, if I’m wrong, I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type with no opp a– n—-
You get hit on sight, let’s go (Come here)

Hit him with the stick on sight
Make a n—- do the moonwalk like Mike
Smack a rap n—- like Ike
Every time I run into that f— boy, he be playin’ nice
Shoot a-shoot a f— n—- on sight
Down a couple pounds, and catch me a flight
Truth be told, I’m only here for the night
Tryna catch a girl, get a girl, f— on your wife
Truth me told, I’m at war with the opps
Leave a n—- cold like some daiquiri
And I keep a fully loaded MAC with me
And I’m sick of Uncle Sam taxin’ me
I ain’t never broken bread with no thot
Ain’t no thot even askin’ me
She got good p—- like a massager
Stick it in, she relaxin’ me
Pulled down for the backend
I done got the MAC in, you don’t even know I’m packin’
Quarterback, throw a pack in
Middle man slackin’, he in need for a whackin’
Rich youngin’, what’s brackin’?
Twistin’ fingers up, we call that stackin’
Get caught relaxin’
Where I’m from, n—-, we call that lackin’

Young rich n—-, I bought all my ice
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their a– like white on rice
F—–‘ that b—-, I don’t give her advice (Thot, thot)
Sellin’ baby s— changed my life (On gang)
My n—– gon’ slide, if I’m wrong, I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type with no opp a– n—-
You get hit on sight, let’s go (Come here)