Bankroll Lyrics

I'm the man in the city

Got a plan for the city

Just wait on that day I'ma blow

Money motivated might roll a white paper

Might serve a few fiends with the blow

Working overtime with this shit I'ma stand out

Killed a few beats now a nigga got fans now

Pussy ass niggas always trying to stand up

You a bitch and you pissed so go ahead sit down

Now I got a lot of dough niggas on the road

Six months ago we was sleeping on the floor

Now I'm doing shows I can never ever fold

If a pussy nigga try me swear to god that's on my soul

Thick little bitch she bad with her ass out

You the type of nigga to run and put the word out

But word on the block you back flipping them birds now

Bitches they will set you up just so they can take you down

If you ain't getting money you a hating nigga woah

Lately I been counting up this paper nigga woah

Everybody said I wouldn't make it nigga woah

Only took a little bit of patience nigga woah

Twitter talking beef pussy ass nigga that's a typo

Now I'm pissed off like Michael

Razor blade to ya neck with your eyes closed

Dumb droid bitch still hit me on the iPhone

With a trifold I remember days

When niggas had to borrow money for them dinner days

Now I chauffeur through the city with the lemonade

Always kept it real because they keep it fake

I been focused on the commas and my database

Niggas talk that talk but can you walk that walk

I'm a boss and I pay that cost

Shawty all in my bed gone take that off

If I ever took a lost bet I bounce back

Ass so phat watch it bounce back

Did a little wrong now I'm back on the right track

Life so dark always wondered where the lights at

Never did I know do a little rap mixed with a little trap

I keep money on my mind

Bitch I stay up on my grind

If we ain't talking money hoe don't waste my time

If I'm caught with the 9 let them know I ain't a 6

Or a snitch or bitch

If you try to play me like a bitch

I bet I pull up with the sticks

Name a young boss like this

Wave from Alabama all the way to the 6

If I ever shoot I never miss

Think twice before you diss

Married to the game Ben Frank on my wrist

Foreign chick wanna take a kodak flick

Freak a bad bitch in a crop top

Cooking up dope in a croc pot

Serve a few fiends with this top notch

Boy you really think your a hot shot

But I assume not your not from the boondocks

We ain't even have no bed

We ain't even have no bread

Niggas ain't have no clothes

Sleeping in the cold mama always kept us fed

But here I go again time to focus in

Rhyme flow so sickening

Focused on dividends crippling all of your ligaments

My shit be sizzling froze up you shivering

I be the plug fuck a middleman what was you picturing

Your not yourself man you must just be snickering

My diamonds glistening

They just be talking that bullshit but no one is listening

I had to get the cake up

Then I came up with the plan have a milli in a year or so

I'm the man in the city

Got little itty bitty titty white bitch twerking in my videos

Case closed if I say so

Only focused on the pesos

I got a bitch from my past that I should forgive but fuck you again

I'm fixing to roll up again

I'm fixing to pour up again

I got this dough it just be me and my friends

We finna to toast up again

I got that bankroll I got that bankroll

I got that bankroll I got that bankroll

I'm fixing to roll up again

I'm fixing to pour up again

I got this dough it just be me and my friends

We fixing to toast up again

I got that bankroll I got that bankroll

I got that bankroll I got that bankroll