Bankroll (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

got a packet full of hundreds

and a closet full of clothes

with a phone full of hoes

and they tricking

and yeah i know some partners in they tho with a shot up by the door

with some killa nigga standing by the kitchen

and all my niggas got a bank roll bank roll bank roll on em

bank roll bank roll bank roll on em

bank roll bank roll bank roll on em

i can't go no where without that bank roll on me

i got your ho in a scope

you know my unc on dope

a lil short haired chopper under my peacoat

so how these hos gonna stop the guap when the cops can't stop

i dropped my iPhone cracked it and my top subtracted

and i spend my money faster

i got on 7 diamond rings like your pastor

i was riding around with bricks in my truck man

same year dat joint dropped the jump man

i was in the cali playing chump bottom bunk man

now I'm in the lounge truck in the front i gives a dam

selling gram after gram

never credit card scan

want some credit let a Niggas hold ur debit card now

give me pussy ass and mouth so i called a bitch pound

since I'm saving all my money you should call me on cell

i been serving niggs diamond since a very young man

got a stashbox with a toomy gum in the n the dam van

4g auto strait 8 I'm on a high speed chase

200 on the interstate cause i can't catch no case

tried to hit up gucci lion but he won't pick up the phone

thinling like el chopper we can't lose no loads

i like to stack my money up i can't stand bank roll

go to six ounces in the brick i add 4 more

that's a 40 ounce brick u get it for 24

old school like magic

i know luke pass dope

i drive a brick just like buffalo just dropped t.o

i ain't never seen a drop brick jump out the floor

old school gto brick stuffed in the door

and i don't stop at red light everything is a go

I'm a mother fucking stunter

i put that shit on my moma

got my pistol with me now

u try me bitch I'm gonna gun ya

you ain't no boss you pussyboy

us a mother fuckin Runner

fuck the dury the judge the prosecutor and your honor

i can make cocain

vacate strait columbia

caddillac station wagon 4 g.o.s up

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gotta man gotta man Gotta man

niggas what you want to spend I'm riding with that elephant

from the bird with these young nigga

they got hearts of men

in in the streets pussy nigga no such thing as friends

I'm might pull up on ur block with a with a whole block and a 4 pac drop a 4 watt what you want to cock keep your door locked

shooter gone pop