Bankroll
Gucci Mane & Rich Homie Quan
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Got a packet full of hundreds
And a closet full of clothes
With a phone full of hoes
And they tricking
And yeah i know some partners in they tho with a shot up by the door
With some killa nigga standing by the kitchen
And all my niggas got a bank roll bank roll bank roll on em
Bank roll bank roll bank roll on em
Bank roll bank roll bank roll on em
I can't go no where without that bank roll on me
I got your ho in a scope
You know my unc on dope
A lil short haired chopper under my peacoat
So how these hos gonna stop the guap when the cops can't stop
I dropped my iPhone cracked it and my top subtracted
And i spend my money faster
I got on 7 diamond rings like your pastor
I was riding around with bricks in my truck man
Same year dat joint dropped the jump man
I was in the cali playing chump bottom bunk man
Now I'm in the lounge truck in the front i gives a dam
Selling gram after gram
Never credit card scan
Want some credit let a Niggas hold ur debit card now
Give me pussy ass and mouth so i called a bitch pound
Since I'm saving all my money you should call me on cell
I been serving niggs diamond since a very young man
Got a stashbox with a toomy gum in the n the dam van
4g auto strait 8 I'm on a high speed chase
200 on the interstate cause i can't catch no case
Tried to hit up gucci lion but he won't pick up the phone
Thinling like el chopper we can't lose no loads
I like to stack my money up i can't stand bank roll
Go to six ounces in the brick i add 4 more
That's a 40 ounce brick u get it for 24
Old school like magic
I know luke pass dope
I drive a brick just like buffalo just dropped t.o
I ain't never seen a drop brick jump out the floor
Old school gto brick stuffed in the door
And i don't stop at red light everything is a go
I'm a mother fucking stunter
I put that shit on my moma
Got my pistol with me now
U try me bitch I'm gonna gun ya
You ain't no boss you pussyboy
Us a mother fuckin Runner
Fuck the dury the judge the prosecutor and your honor
I can make cocain
Vacate strait columbia
Caddillac station wagon 4 g.o.s up
L
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Gotta man gotta man Gotta man
Niggas what you want to spend I'm riding with that elephant
From the bird with these young nigga
They got hearts of men
In in the streets pussy nigga no such thing as friends
I'm might pull up on ur block with a with a whole block and a 4 pac drop a 4 watt what you want to cock keep your door locked
Shooter gone pop