paroles de chanson Bank Roll - Rich Homie Quan

Banddddddds
Bankroll
Baaaaaaaaaankroll
And what you need
Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll
Baaaaaaaaaank
Baaaaaaaaaankroll
And what you need
Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll
My bitch don′t speak no English, my cloth don't talk on the phone
So every time I wanna wear up, gotta take a flight to Hong Kong
I had to work the bands on up, I had to wear a pack growing up
I pour codeine in a double cup, 2 black 1 white like it double stuffed
On the first play one of you went around, Got bands on me like a bread truck
Now I got yo′ bitch in the condo, and she laying their with her knees up
Every time I walk out the jeweler it's a freezer
Every time I cash out I got to walk around with that Nina
You walk around with that cake on you
Got a watch out for them people who hate on you
Might pull up in a drop top coop
With a foreign bad bitch from Honolu
Honoluu Hawaii for the local nigga that don't know
But I gotta walk around with a big ass bankroll
Banddddddds
Bankroll
Baaaaaaaaaankroll
And what you need
Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll
Baaaaaaaaaank
Baaaaaaaaaankroll
And what you gotta have
Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll Bankroll
Wanna talk about bankroll, they don′t really wanna talk about it
Fuckin′ with that white so much change my last name new white like Rowdy
Pull up in a Kawasaki, or might drive a Maserati
I dreamed I pull out that rover, I might just call my chauffeur
Put LV on my locals, chop it up with the poor like Oprah
She naughty baby no stroller, in the VIP standing on the sofa's
Young Tay God got big bankrolls, call me Santa Clause I got ho-ho-hoes
Ten bags for my payment, eight bands and them dudes start fighting
Trap booming like I′m doing, strike a nigga ass like lighting
Exotic bitch named Mandy got her on the zannie's
2012 Bentley Panorama and you know I got a...
Got big ass bankroll on me, made them foreign hoes come want me
Many young nigga′s wanna clone me, but you gotta know there's only one me
Got 2 bad bitches in the Lambo, I need them out my van like pronto
No cash in the lane no combo, lookin′ for the money where's Waldo?
Took the lean out the pain, walking around with a bank
I got a big cup of Spain, I don't even know her name
She just went for them thangs, I go buy the new chain
Then I hit the lot up, go and cop that new Range
All I wanna do is go run to the bank
Grind to the money while the money keep coming
Got a bad bitch with me and she come from London
Whippin′ up a brick and we smokin′ out an onion
Bang bro stupid, left bitch Frank Lewis
TRU Religion jeans make her think that I'm hood
Bad bitch with me and she come from Cuba
And the wife from Cuba and you know I got good