BankRoll

(Hook: YFN Lucci) I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show These ain’t release shit they not in the store (Verse 1: YFN Lucci) Yo I’m cleaning hair like dish detergent Space cadette like [?] said Bad bitch give me rooster nail I’m in love with that chicken head Pound cake I need thicker bread no blue cheese Money talk like Jackie Chan, I kick a brick like Bruce Lee My blood’s bigger than 2 Bs [?] on my flow seat And yo flow like somedays That shit is so weak I shine hard like gold teeth Name another young nigga better I go hard like constipation You die real get your shit together Me and money go sit together Fine bitch I’m a dime snatcher I’d rob you to get my quarter back Tryna get a sack like a linebacker I just took a nigga girlfriend Me and her have a ton of fun I nut in her eyeball so she can see where I’m coming from Yeah, Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll All these racks on me they can’t fold These new addition you can’t find these in the stores Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hook: YFN Lucci) I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold (it can’t fold) I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show These ain’t release shit they not in the store (Verse 2: Yamine) All these fuck niggas always talk about my raps (they do) All these fuck niggas always talkin all that smack (so true) Till they lay a verse then ya’ll know it’s all wraps (wack) Mines all official, while yours soundcloud trash (FACTS) I walk by with a big ruger I give ya dreams like Freddy Kruger (yeah bro) I took yo bitch man she’s a cougar Freaky ass hell a mistress tooler (yeah hoe) Yamine got them toys and I don’t know which to use (don’t know) An Uzi or a Glock .45 no it’s cool (yeah) I ain’t no bitch I throw straight hands If a nigga run up he end up dead Better watch yo mouth my streets is fed They’d come for yo ass so fast I got the bread Niggas straight trippin False-claim tricked Crippin He a damn lie ain’t nobody in his kitchen I’m 5 star BLOOD GANG straight drippin If you fucking with me man them bullets will start rippin (hoe) (Interlude: Yamine) Pussy ass niggas, ya’ll don’t know shit bitch ass nigga, fuck nigga! (Hook: YFN Lucci) I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show These ain’t release shit they not in the store