Lyrics Bankroll - YD
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
up
to
the
trap
at
the
back
door
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Baby
just
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
up
to
the
trap
at
the
back
door
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Baby
just
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Got
a
blue
bankroll,
my
money
don't
fold
I
bet
you
she'll
do
it
for
the
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Got
a
blue
bankroll,
my
money
don't
fold
I
bet
you
she'll
do
it
for
the
bankroll
Yeah,
uh
Bankroll
city
pay
slow
Everybody
on
the
payroll
under
control
Every
twenty
minutes
change
clothes
Shout
out
my
boy
Post
only
that
You
wanna
say
go
if
you
say
so,
uh
Run
up
in
the
scene
in
my
tight
jean
shorts
Looking
like
a
pimp
but
I
got
one
hoe
Try
to
shut
me
up
and
I
say
hell
no
Never
switching
up,
only
switch
up
flows
Bling
blau,
honey
on
the
carousel
She
get
looking
at
me
now
And
she
hit
me
when
in
town
She
thirsty
like
she
in
a
drought
Does
she
want
to
fuck
no
doubt
Living
life
like
a
king
I
ain't
even
got
a
crown,
ay
Hundred
bands,
hundred
bands
Hold
up
bitch
I
got
hundred
thousand
in
my
pillow
case
You
can
try
me
run
it
with
the
Nike
But
you'll
never
do
it
in
my
pace
Hundred
racks,
hundred
racks
Hold
up
hoe,
this
is
my
first
time
in
the
States
My
aura
so
bright
but
my
bars
so
dark
You
would
think
you
in
the
Sunken
Place
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
up
to
the
trap
at
the
back
door
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Baby
just
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
up
to
the
trap
at
the
back
door
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Baby
just
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Got
a
blue
bankroll,
my
money
don't
fold
I
bet
you
she'll
do
it
for
the
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Got
a
blue
bankroll,
my
money
don't
fold
I
bet
you
she'll
do
it
for
the
bankroll
Walk
in
with
a
pocket
full
of
broccoli
Bitch,
I'm
rich
like
I
hit
the
fuckin'
lottery
(what!?)
Started
in
the
trap
with
an
elbow
(elbow)
Hit
a
split
on
the
dick
for
a
bankroll
I
was
ridin'
in
a
Masi,
me
and
Diplo
Tell
your
bitch
get
low
like
a
'64
I
don't
play
no
games,
Nintendo
Rollie
cost
a
bird,
hold
it
out
the
window
(brrrr)
I'ma
make
it
flip
like
Skippa
(Skippa)
Got
a
freak
every
week,
I
can't
kiss
her
Red
and
white
Lamb'
like
a
peppermint
Bankroll
in
each
pocket,
bitch
I'm
hella
rich
(bankroll)
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Your
boyfriend
cuffin'
you
like
po-po
(12)
Pour
some
more
Act,
movin'
slow-mo
You
ain't
got
the
bankroll
it's
a
no
go
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
up
to
the
trap
at
the
back
door
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Baby
just
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
up
to
the
trap
at
the
back
door
Ain't
tryna
see
them
clothes
on
no
more
Baby
just
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Got
a
blue
bankroll,
my
money
don't
fold
I
bet
you
she'll
do
it
for
the
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Bankroll,
bankroll,
bankroll
Got
a
blue
bankroll,
my
money
don't
fold
I
bet
you
she'll
do
it
for
the
bankroll
Pardon
me,
I'm
just
ballin'
over
from
the
sideline
Pardon
your
bitch,
she
ain't
watchin'
me,
I'm
going
primetime
Rich
nigga
shit
Bet
the
bitch'll
jump
on
a
nigga
dick
(bet
the
bitch'll
do
it)
Rich
nigga
shit,
bet
the
bitch
I'll
jump
on
her
clit
Drop
the
soap
with
her
She
wet
like
a
boat
with
her
I'ma
wet
her
up
like
a
cold
killer
(brrrrr)
Thugger
Thugger
the
cold
nigga
I
done
flipped
a
bird
Then
I
saw
the
bitch
pat
right
down
on
her
And
I've
been
rich
for
the
last
five
years
No
I
cannot
pipe
down
Say
she
wanna
do
it
for
a
bankroll
Pull
1 God's Gift (Intro)
2 One Shot
3 Whoa
4 They Dont' Know
5 Free Me
6 God's Gift
7 Really
8 P.O.P
9 Blow It
10 Bankroll
11 Do It
12 9 Time Outta 10
13 Dear Momma
14 I Love My Dawgs
15 I Made It
16 Da Crib
17 I Love My Dawgs (G-Mix)
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