Bankroll

Aye
Bankroll after bankroll
Ion' even stop grinding when the bank close
Imma keep it one hunnid till the gates closed
Got her yelling high notes like Sopranos
Uhhhh I'm bout my dividends
You know that can't get tired just like the Michelin
They running they mouth just know I ain't listening
If money is a sport just name me an Olympian

If money is a sport call me Kurt Angle (Aye)
Ion Dish subs, come direct like cable (Yeah)
Man These bad bitches know what this vibe do
It's Ferragamo on my feet when I slide thru
Look, when I'm in the club
My feet on top of couches,
I got plenty options, and that's word to Anja
I stay 10 toes
But I can never fold or Bend
Cause you know that it's death before dishonor
Imma die real nigga and that's a fact check (Fact)
And don't check for me unless you got checks (That's real)
Man I can't let the haters stop the progress (Yeah)
And rest in peace to Big B I know I got Next (RIP)
I love Moncler, Kenzo and Dior
Imma fiend for designer I need more (Yeah)
Man this drip so hard to ignore
So you can find me at Rodeo, at a store
Im blow a big bag and get it right back (Spend it)
Got my mind on money can't get sidetracked (Yeah)
Glove on got me feeling like I'm Mike Jack
I'm 10 toes
So when it get Ludacris
Just know I'm throwing bows, it's the Pope
Imma bully with the bucks Nigga

Bankroll after bankroll
Ion' even stop grinding when the bank close
Imma keep it one hunnid till the gates closed
Got her yelling high notes like Sopranos
Uhhhh I'm bout my dividends
You know that can't get tired just like the Michelin
They running they mouth just know I ain't listening
If money is a sport just name me an Olympian



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Writer(s): Noah Uche
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