Bank Roll
Hey
Yeah
Early morning
Couple Don Julio mimosas
You know, some playr shit
Hey
Yeah
Ridin thru da Wood on my way to da bag
Niggas muggin, I'm with something they couldn't have
But I just say fuck it I keep makin em mad
Running thru deez numbers bitch I'm up on my math
Just sumthin I gotta have, I can't settle for broke
I'm a motherfucking playrrr I'm just letting em know
That I'm all about my dollar signs
My bitch thick, real hair plus she model fine, now fall in line
Gotta stack it up and make it count, this ain't for clout
Show da shorties how to navigate, and make it out
Cold world and its fucked up
Life short, just be sure to keep ya bucks up, now dats wassup
Seen too many niggas leave da Earth before their time
Man they gave my brother forty years, can't stop from crying
Ain't got rich off this shit yet, ain't stop from trying
Clear them fuck niggas out my way, can't stop the grind, Aye
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
Need a bankroll cuz my babies growing up
Meet me at the lake round eight I'm rolling up
See you taking off now da haters showing up
Say they wit the shits but they be folding up
Don't believe all deez rappers, lotta niggas be cap
Thinking that they really real when its really just rap
Real street shit gone, ain't no gettin it back
When they took my nigga Chill I knew it was a wrap
That's why a nigga on this paper route, shout out to Dolph
When you puffin on this Cali weed, try not to cough
Heard em saying they don't fuck wit me, man dats yo loss
You ain't gotta like a nigga but you gon respect a boss
Went from shoppin at Ross to never checkin da cost
Want cheese, don't need the sauce, double G's on da cloth
Ion even mean to brag I'm just keepin it P
Don't be calling my phone cuz you think she wit me, Hey
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
Yeah
Early morning
Couple Don Julio mimosas
You know, some playr shit
Hey
Yeah
Ridin thru da Wood on my way to da bag
Niggas muggin, I'm with something they couldn't have
But I just say fuck it I keep makin em mad
Running thru deez numbers bitch I'm up on my math
Just sumthin I gotta have, I can't settle for broke
I'm a motherfucking playrrr I'm just letting em know
That I'm all about my dollar signs
My bitch thick, real hair plus she model fine, now fall in line
Gotta stack it up and make it count, this ain't for clout
Show da shorties how to navigate, and make it out
Cold world and its fucked up
Life short, just be sure to keep ya bucks up, now dats wassup
Seen too many niggas leave da Earth before their time
Man they gave my brother forty years, can't stop from crying
Ain't got rich off this shit yet, ain't stop from trying
Clear them fuck niggas out my way, can't stop the grind, Aye
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
Need a bankroll cuz my babies growing up
Meet me at the lake round eight I'm rolling up
See you taking off now da haters showing up
Say they wit the shits but they be folding up
Don't believe all deez rappers, lotta niggas be cap
Thinking that they really real when its really just rap
Real street shit gone, ain't no gettin it back
When they took my nigga Chill I knew it was a wrap
That's why a nigga on this paper route, shout out to Dolph
When you puffin on this Cali weed, try not to cough
Heard em saying they don't fuck wit me, man dats yo loss
You ain't gotta like a nigga but you gon respect a boss
Went from shoppin at Ross to never checkin da cost
Want cheese, don't need the sauce, double G's on da cloth
Ion even mean to brag I'm just keepin it P
Don't be calling my phone cuz you think she wit me, Hey
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
I ain't tryna talk cuz my mind on a bankroll
Fuck around and get chalked bout my bankroll
Gotta get it cuz my bitch love bankrolls
I got kids, gotta live, need a bankroll
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Writer(s): Rashaun White
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