Bankroll
Woah
Comma sitting on my neck, bitch I'm on a roll
And I told my moms that I won't ever ever sell my soul
Yeah
No we ain't speak to the jakes
Said I got the bankroll now
Shawty gon fuck cause a young nigga paid
I'm bussin' the ankle down
And yeah those are diamonds you see in the face
Ooo that's 20 racks in a day
Who that coming out? Slide my way
Yeah, yeah
I done caught feelings with the money cheating on me with the bank
I fell in love with a couple hundred thousand, I never loved me a bitch like the bank
And I don't ever see my oppas, where niggas be at?
They just jump on the gram to complain
(But it go like this)
They love to talk
Christian Dior on when I walk
Yeah, yeah
And she see I'm a boss, so she in my section and we gettin' off
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She love me for hundreds and fifties
But my brothers gon ride and they know the time that we gon pop out in the city
Got my bitch on my side, she come with vibes but she ain't never seen a Bentley
She said can I drive? We hop in and slide and then we pull up gettin' litty
Hangin' out the window showing titties
The fuck is you sayin' boy? You a lame boy
I just hopped up off a private plane boy
Niggas bossin' up but I'm the same boy
They gon put the stars around my name boy
Why they playin' with me? Why they staying fifty?
Keep it a hundred I ain't shifty
You can talk when you get on the plane with me
Me and jasper he switching the lanes with me
Got the gang with me
Come in the section and bang with me
See how we living, come over and leave shit at the crib
Just to come back and hang with me
Cause I got the gang with me
Fuck bout a vibe, ain't staying with me
Cause I'm a pretty nigga with a runway bitch, stop plain' with me
(I said stop playin')
Drinkin' 42 on a boat bitch
42 thousand on both wrists
That's how niggas coming once the goat gets
What I worked for, bitch I wrote this
In the book of dreams I'm manifesting
Wilhelmina models in the section, yeah
(Hold on, niggas gon get to flexin')
This a PJ we don't do connections, I'm like woah
(Yeah, yeah)
God damnit I love seeing a fuck nigga broke
(Damnit I love seeing a fuck nigga broke)
And damnit I love when a fuck nigga fold (Yeah)
And damnit I don't know how my oppas gon cope
(Damnit I don't know how my oppas gon cope)
I found out Trisha know Keisha, and Leah, sorry baby the dozen is cheaper
I'm gone
Comma sitting on my neck, bitch I'm on a roll
And I told my moms that I won't ever ever sell my soul
Yeah
No we ain't speak to the jakes
Said I got the bankroll now
Shawty gon fuck cause a young nigga paid
I'm bussin' the ankle down
And yeah those are diamonds you see in the face
Ooo that's 20 racks in a day
Who that coming out? Slide my way
Yeah, yeah
I done caught feelings with the money cheating on me with the bank
I fell in love with a couple hundred thousand, I never loved me a bitch like the bank
And I don't ever see my oppas, where niggas be at?
They just jump on the gram to complain
(But it go like this)
They love to talk
Christian Dior on when I walk
Yeah, yeah
And she see I'm a boss, so she in my section and we gettin' off
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She love me for hundreds and fifties
But my brothers gon ride and they know the time that we gon pop out in the city
Got my bitch on my side, she come with vibes but she ain't never seen a Bentley
She said can I drive? We hop in and slide and then we pull up gettin' litty
Hangin' out the window showing titties
The fuck is you sayin' boy? You a lame boy
I just hopped up off a private plane boy
Niggas bossin' up but I'm the same boy
They gon put the stars around my name boy
Why they playin' with me? Why they staying fifty?
Keep it a hundred I ain't shifty
You can talk when you get on the plane with me
Me and jasper he switching the lanes with me
Got the gang with me
Come in the section and bang with me
See how we living, come over and leave shit at the crib
Just to come back and hang with me
Cause I got the gang with me
Fuck bout a vibe, ain't staying with me
Cause I'm a pretty nigga with a runway bitch, stop plain' with me
(I said stop playin')
Drinkin' 42 on a boat bitch
42 thousand on both wrists
That's how niggas coming once the goat gets
What I worked for, bitch I wrote this
In the book of dreams I'm manifesting
Wilhelmina models in the section, yeah
(Hold on, niggas gon get to flexin')
This a PJ we don't do connections, I'm like woah
(Yeah, yeah)
God damnit I love seeing a fuck nigga broke
(Damnit I love seeing a fuck nigga broke)
And damnit I love when a fuck nigga fold (Yeah)
And damnit I don't know how my oppas gon cope
(Damnit I don't know how my oppas gon cope)
I found out Trisha know Keisha, and Leah, sorry baby the dozen is cheaper
I'm gone
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Writer(s): Brandon Amato
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