Bankroll Style
Flex since '07
Just copped me a necklace
That blue alligator pop out like a pelvis
I'm rockin' like Elvis
My diamonds is yellin' "stop pissin' me or I'm tellin' the reverend"
Quit missin' yo blessings
You fuck niggas jealous
You hatin' on me
While I'm nice in the checkings
They love when I'm failin'
They hate when I'm flexin'
Just bought a 15, Melo yellow it's yellin'
You fuck niggas tellin'
I ain't with the yellin'
You come & see me
I'ma come with a 11
Push start in the Chevy
Don't think they ready
Black rims, mozzarella & cheddar my lettuce
I swear they don't get it
These bitch niggas petty
My hoes come in 3 like they Ed, Edd, & Eddy
She whippin' like Betty
Pop pop then it's ready
My chain, my watch, my ears gold infested
I'm smokin' on lettuce
I swear it's the bestest
My bestie my bestie
A shooter like Kevin
Yea I'ma keep at it
My niggas finessin'
I'm destined to win while you fuck niggas trailin'
My niggas is felons
Ain't learnin' they lessons
Teach what? In the streets, it ain't nothin' but the jailin'
Take it back for a second, yea back to the 7
Fresh pair of jays & a fade by my daddy
All the bitches want me & they ready
She want the d but she actin' so petty
I'm comin' first, I don't know what's a second
Back at the 'Wind, I was wildin' & reckless
Young nigga rockin' designer & kept it
Callin' my phone, better leave me a message
(Fuck you on? bitch ass nigga don't call my phone with that shit)
Callin' my phone, better leave me a message
Balenciaga, I'm out with my partner
See a bad bitch & that ass I'ma follow
Give me some lean & I'm takin' the bottle
Countin' up green & I'm talkin' about dollars
Talkin' about gwap, you can give me a holler
Think I'ma pimp, I be poppin' my collar
Bankroll on me, want a feat? Send the offer
Pour up some lean & lets fuck on these models
Balenciaga, I'm out with my partner
See a bad bitch & that ass I'ma follow
Give me some lean & I'm takin' the bottle
Countin' up green & I'm talkin' about dollars
Talkin' about gwap, you can give me a holler
Think I'ma pimp, I be poppin' my collar
Bankroll on me, want a feat? Send the offer
Pour up some lean & lets fuck on these models
Just copped me a necklace
That blue alligator pop out like a pelvis
I'm rockin' like Elvis
My diamonds is yellin' "stop pissin' me or I'm tellin' the reverend"
Quit missin' yo blessings
You fuck niggas jealous
You hatin' on me
While I'm nice in the checkings
They love when I'm failin'
They hate when I'm flexin'
Just bought a 15, Melo yellow it's yellin'
You fuck niggas tellin'
I ain't with the yellin'
You come & see me
I'ma come with a 11
Push start in the Chevy
Don't think they ready
Black rims, mozzarella & cheddar my lettuce
I swear they don't get it
These bitch niggas petty
My hoes come in 3 like they Ed, Edd, & Eddy
She whippin' like Betty
Pop pop then it's ready
My chain, my watch, my ears gold infested
I'm smokin' on lettuce
I swear it's the bestest
My bestie my bestie
A shooter like Kevin
Yea I'ma keep at it
My niggas finessin'
I'm destined to win while you fuck niggas trailin'
My niggas is felons
Ain't learnin' they lessons
Teach what? In the streets, it ain't nothin' but the jailin'
Take it back for a second, yea back to the 7
Fresh pair of jays & a fade by my daddy
All the bitches want me & they ready
She want the d but she actin' so petty
I'm comin' first, I don't know what's a second
Back at the 'Wind, I was wildin' & reckless
Young nigga rockin' designer & kept it
Callin' my phone, better leave me a message
(Fuck you on? bitch ass nigga don't call my phone with that shit)
Callin' my phone, better leave me a message
Balenciaga, I'm out with my partner
See a bad bitch & that ass I'ma follow
Give me some lean & I'm takin' the bottle
Countin' up green & I'm talkin' about dollars
Talkin' about gwap, you can give me a holler
Think I'ma pimp, I be poppin' my collar
Bankroll on me, want a feat? Send the offer
Pour up some lean & lets fuck on these models
Balenciaga, I'm out with my partner
See a bad bitch & that ass I'ma follow
Give me some lean & I'm takin' the bottle
Countin' up green & I'm talkin' about dollars
Talkin' about gwap, you can give me a holler
Think I'ma pimp, I be poppin' my collar
Bankroll on me, want a feat? Send the offer
Pour up some lean & lets fuck on these models
Credits
Writer(s): Hooli Bally
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