Cover art for Bankroll by Trapboy Freddy
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Bankroll Lyrics

[Intro]
Hahahaha
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
2020 shit, nigga
2020, right

[Pre-Chorus]
Nah, we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no)
Fuck around, pop a bankroll

[Chorus]
Cuff your bitch quick
Know I like a big bitch
Say ain't trickin' if you got it
But we still don't trick shit, yeah-oh
And we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no)
Fuck around, pop a bankroll

[Verse 1]
We ain't broke, ho
That- that- that's a no-no
Whip- whip- whip that work like Django
Ain't no place I can't go
Bitch, I'm the shit, I'm the bo-omb
Savages swoopin' this dum-dum
Trap in my house in my long johns
A bankroll that don't fold
Call the plug, I need more
Tryna kick it, baby
Two thousand for the tinted, baby
New chains and some tennis bracelets
So many planes, been many places
Cookin' that dope, make it jump off
You don't know where I come from
Main' lean, what I'm sippin', baby
I'm hot saucin' my chicken, baby
Drippin' on 'em like lemonade
I'm a Texas baby, I like [?]
Everything is bust down
Know you see me flush now
A rich little, no, a nigga big rich
Still ain't hit a big lick
I be poppin' big shit, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Nah, we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no)
Fuck around, pop a bankroll

[Chorus]
Cuff your bitch quick
Know I like a big bitch
Say ain't trickin' if you got it
But we still don't trick shit, yeah-oh
And we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no)
Fuck around, pop a bankroll

[Verse 2]
Better cuff if you want her (Punk)
Thugga, Thugga, I'm a stoner (Stoner)
Breakin' down work on dinner dishes
I can get a new spot, I got plenty bitches
This for the Black Houdini
Opened up mind like a genie
I'm suicidal, but I read the bible
Tony Montana, but without the title (Yeah)
Stayed down 'til I came up
Never ever forget where I came from
Niggas changed on me like four quarters (What?)
Shittin' on 'em, I need a Porta Potty
Blowin' this gas got me feelin' toxic
I stay by the bricks like the Houston Rockets (Yeah)
Cut the lil' bitch, I ain't with the gossip
And these rappers be actors, they need an Oscar
Never coulda been for my woes (Woes)
I remember we used to kick doors (Doors)
Now we stayin' in the finer places on the top floor
More green than a golf course
Keep it a hundred with ya
I never seen a pack I couldn't get off, huh
Me and Thug was in LA for a week straight
Talkin' over head most of ya
[Pre-Chorus]
A rich little, no, a nigga big rich
Still ain't hit a big lick
I be poppin' big shit, yeah
Nah, we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no)
Fuck around, pop a bankroll

[Chorus]
Cuff your bitch quick
Know I like a big bitch
Say ain't trickin' if you got it
But we still don't trick shit, yeah-oh
And we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no)
Fuck around, pop a bankroll

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October 23, 2018
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