Bankrolls & Timezones

[Intro: Jim Jones]

Oh

[?]

Uh, Mykel (Mykel Costa)

Yeah

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

I be so high, I be feelin' like I can touch the moon (Space travel)

One of you niggas play wit', I'ma send you to the upper room (Poof)

You know the rules, nigga, if it's up, then it's up, then boom (Bow)

Boy, they sweep up your block like they was clutchin' brooms

I drop my top in December, nigga, fuck a June (Fuck)

I keep my Louis on deck, nigga, fuck a [tomb?]

Switch up my time and catch me in the whip, I'm reclinin'

While I'm cruisin' through the city lookin' for a bitch I can climb in

Plus it's, shit that I'm in that'll make a bitch's jaw drop, boy

I fucked that up, I mean that I'll make a bitch's jaws drop (Right)

My watch is like TLC, don't be chasin' on no waterfall

I'm a pro on these courts, boy, you lil' niggas sort of boss (Swish)

You need to tell your label to opеn the budget

You evеr seen a million dollars when you open your luggage? (Woo)

Boy, I was cookin' that coke, you know them smokers would love it

Now, I just jump out the Rolls, so you know I can pose in the public (Say cheese)

I'm a chilly nigga, I stay froze in the public (Right)

If I was a pimp, then you know hoes would be the subject (Hey, baby)

But I'm chilly nigga, I stay froze in the public

If I was a pimp, then you know hoes would be the subject

[Verse 2: Guè]

G-U-È (Ah)

Audemars sul mio polso (AP)

Mi sta dicendo che ho incassato di più dell'anno scorso (Wow)

Ti sparano sul torso (Brrah)

Mentre mi sto sparando cinquanta vasche a dorso (Splash)

Swiss francs murati dentro i muri (Uff)

Arabi, albanesi, italo-gipsy come Fury

Sto coi massimi pesi, sì, da Marrakech a Zürich

Ho una villa sul lago, bevo espresso come Clooney, ah

Iced Down Medallions per i miei Italian Stallions

Euri al ventaglio, vendita al dettaglio o all'ingrosso

Ti abbaglio, fermo al rosso e ti facciamo

Perché forse sbaglio, ma faccio quel che posso

Bevo paloma con i palombari, yeah

Sto chillando con dei miliardari, yeah

Sto gelando a meno dieci gradi

Perché sono troppo freddo, sette e undici coi dadi (Uff)