Testi Bankroll - Gucci Mane, Rich Homie Quan

Bankroll

Hook:\nGot a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes\nWith the phone full of hoes and they trippin' they yellin'\nSome pollin and they throw with some chatter by the dough\nWhen some killer nigga standin' by the kitchen\nAnd now my niggas gotta bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em Will bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em\nI can’t go nowhere without that bankroll on it.\nI can’t got your hoe in this dope you know my.\nA little short head chopper under my deep coat\nso holly hoes won’t stop the guap, with the cops can’t stop\nI drop my iPhone crazy then my chop attracting,\nAnd I spit my money faster, I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor\nI was rhyming I wear bricks in my truck man,\nSign year dead John, drop the chop man\nHuh I was in the counter plan so bottle bought man\nI won’t. get the front I get em down\nSelling the gram after gram never credit cars cash,\nWant some credit lot of nigga whole your debit card man,\nget some pussy ass some mouse so I call the bitch pal,\nsince some saving now my money you should call me on.\nI’ve been serving nigga diamonds since the very young man\nGot a stash bag with some money, gun in my damn vein\nFortune. straight ain’t I’m on the high speed chase\nTwo hundred on the inner state 'cause I can’t catch no case\nTry to hit a Gucci land but he won’t pick up the phone,\nThinking like L chopper we can’t lose no laws\nI love to stack my money up I can’t stand bank rose,\n36 ounces in the brick I have more\nThat’s a forty ounce brick you get it for 24\nOld school light magic I no look pass dope,\nI drop a brick just like puffin loaded droppin .TO\nI ain’t never seen a drop bricks jump out the floor\nOld school DTL Bricks stop in the dope\nAnd I don’t stop that red lights everything is a goal\nI’m a mother*cking stoner, I put that shit on my mama\nGot my pills with me now you try me bitch I’m a.\nYou ain’t no ballshit pussy boy, he’s a motherfucking runner\nFor the jewel to judge the prosecution, the hand you’re on my.\nI can make cocaine, vacay straight to Colombia,\nCattle in station waggin' four G upon them\nGot a man, got a man, got a man, got a man\nMan what you wanna span, I’m ridin' with that F From the birth with the young niggas, they got hots in man,\nI’m in the streets p**sy niggas no such thing is fans,\nI might pull up all blow with your block and your whole pot\ndrop a foe up would you wanna cock\nYou know lots she’s gonna pop.