[Hook - Rich Homie Quan:] Got a Pocket full of Hundreds and a closet full of clothes With a Phone full of hoes and they trippin' And yeah I know some partners and they throwed with some shawty by the door With some killer niggas standing by the kitchen And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em' Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em' All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em' I can't go nowhere without no bankroll on me
[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:] I got yo Ho on the score you know my unc on dope A lil' short hand chopper under my peacoat So how these hoes gon' 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 seven diamond rings like your pastor I was ridin round with bricks in my trunk man Same year that Jordan dropped the jumped man I was in the county playin' tomp by the bunk man [?] I gives a damn Sellin gram after gram never credit card scam Want some credit let a nigga hold your credit card mam Give me pussy ass and mouth so I call the bitch P.A.M Since I'm saving all my money you should me young S.A.M I been serving niggas debbie since a very young man Got a stash box with a tammy gun in my damn van
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[Verse 2 - Young Scooter:] 4g auto straight 8 I'm on a high speed chase 200 on the interstate cause I can't catch no case Tryna hit up gucci land but he won't pick up the phone Thankin like El Chapo we can't loose no loads I like to stack my money up I can't stand bankroll 36 ounces in the brick I add 4 more That's a 40 ounce brick you get it for 24 Old school like magic I no look past dope I drop a brick just like buffalo just dropped T.O I ain't never seen drop bricks drop out the float Old school G.T.O bricks stuffed in the dope And I don't stop at red lights everything is a go
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[Verse 3 - Bankroll Fresh:] I'm a motherfuckin stoner I put that shit on my momma Got my pistol with me now, you try me, bitch I'm a gun you You ain't no boss you pussy boy you a motherfuckin runner Fuck the Jury, the judge, the prosecutor and your honor I can make cocaine, vacay straight to columbia Cadillac station wagon 4g's all up under Got em' in, Got em' in, Got em' in, Got em' in What you wanna spend I'm ridin' with that elephant From the burg with these young niggas they got hearts in then I'm in the streets pussy niggas and no such thang as freinds I might just pull up on your block with a ho block and a fo pot Drop a fo walk what you wanna car key the door locked Shooters gone pop
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