Make It

[Intro: Bankroll Fresh]
Yeah
Izze The Producer
You know I'm gonna get this shit
Fresh
I ain't waitin on no motherfuckin body
Nobody, nigga
Eh
Fresh

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
Grinding, got my pockets straight
You can see it in my face, I won't ever fake
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
Ridin with that thing, I'm safe
Pray to the lord, "don't take me"
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it

[Verse 1: Strap]
You see it in my eyes, see it all in my face
I'm so full of money, feel like I ain't even ate
I got that flavor so crazy, that they can never erase
And they can't never replace, grab your shuvvle, you late
Now you can just hate
When you hear me
I told my mama "I'm gon get us out the trentches"
I had to turn that bubble into a Bentley
I had to find my way out from the drugs to fancy
I had to grind my way up, I had no time play
I had to take a couple trips to get my pockets straight
New car, new Gucci, it on the way
I'm down with my niggas forever, I'm forever straight
You niggas just in the way

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
Grinding, got my pockets straight
You can see it in my face, I won't ever fake
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
Ridin with that thing, I'm safe
Pray to the lord, "don't take me"
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it

[Verse 2: Strap]
This for my brother, my partner, he ain't even hear no more
We smashed on all them thots, ain't cuffed no hoes
I'm tryna go platnom, already went gold
Fuck these lame ass niggas, and fuck these petty lil hoes
I want my pockets real swole, real real swole
I'm talkin that Tiger Woods money, we ain't ever goin broke
I was stressed out at one point, that shit was a tole
Had so much on my dome, feel like I would explode
I'm stickin to the coad, you on that same thang
I lost my homie down the road, this shit a damb shame
Say I been on the road, tryna count pain
Give me the money, keep the feelings and the damb fame

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
Grinding, got my pockets straight
You can see it in my face, I won't ever fake
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
Ridin with that thing, I'm safe
Pray to the lord, "don't take me"
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it

[Verse 3: Strap]
Ridin round with that thing off safety
Pray that no pussy nigga play me
I ain't gon take it
I ain't gon take it
I ain't gon take it
They say I'm the only one left, yep, the only one left
I think I'm feelin myself
Dropped seven mixtapes this year
Can't touch my work ethic
These niggas just some peasants
Vote for Don Strap, next time in the election
Yeah I made it out, had to count my blessings
Had to take another rout, 2 85s in the junction
Master P my idol, I wanna be a mogle
We goin harder till it's over, shout out to my soldiers

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
Grinding, got my pockets straight
You can see it in my face, I won't ever fake
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
I'm gon make it
Ridin with that thing, I'm safe
Pray to the lord, "don't take me"
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it
We gon make it