Bankroll
(Yeah) and I know, most these girls just after Bankrolls
Tell me what you want with my soul
Did that dirt that's all on my lone
Talk about it now we both grown
I might drink a lil might smoke
I got good at writing my wrongs
Still ain't get to write my wrongs
(Yeah) Back when we was dippin' yeah we slide
You ain't wanna let me inside
Uoung and you was scared for the ride
Hit me back like told me trust time
I can't baby I got big plans
Talks about my life won't understand
Fucked up I can't be your man
(At all) fell in love it wasn't in the plan
Never thought at all that we would fall out aye I'm tryna ball out crazy
All my niggas on it going outrageous
Hella faded cover magazine pages you should call me
I be tweaking conversation
None relate
Fuck and hang where it's shady
Thought you'd wait
Thought again yeah I was crazy
Roll it up
Light it now
Then I face it
Dwelling on
All this crazy information
(Yeah) and I know
Most these girls just after Bankrolls
Tell me what you want with my soul
Did that dirt that's all on my lone
Talk about it now we both grown
I might drink a lil might smoke
I got good at writing my wrongs
Still ain't get to write my wrongs
Tell me what you want with my soul
Did that dirt that's all on my lone
Talk about it now we both grown
I might drink a lil might smoke
I got good at writing my wrongs
Still ain't get to write my wrongs
(Yeah) Back when we was dippin' yeah we slide
You ain't wanna let me inside
Uoung and you was scared for the ride
Hit me back like told me trust time
I can't baby I got big plans
Talks about my life won't understand
Fucked up I can't be your man
(At all) fell in love it wasn't in the plan
Never thought at all that we would fall out aye I'm tryna ball out crazy
All my niggas on it going outrageous
Hella faded cover magazine pages you should call me
I be tweaking conversation
None relate
Fuck and hang where it's shady
Thought you'd wait
Thought again yeah I was crazy
Roll it up
Light it now
Then I face it
Dwelling on
All this crazy information
(Yeah) and I know
Most these girls just after Bankrolls
Tell me what you want with my soul
Did that dirt that's all on my lone
Talk about it now we both grown
I might drink a lil might smoke
I got good at writing my wrongs
Still ain't get to write my wrongs
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Writer(s): Malik Sanders
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