Текст песни Bank Roll (Part 2) - Webbie , Lil Boosie , Big Head

Boosie bad ass, I'ma send dis mutherfucker here
To all my niggaz out there gettin' bank rolls
Put your mutherfuckin' hands up, yeah

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll

I send this out to my childhood role model
Cal Ricks, big bank rolls, Suzuki Alto
Fresh starchy clothes had all the fine ho
Every time he took a picture, he pulled out his bank roll

I watched, I observed, niggas taught me how to serve
Turn 16, I was gettin' a quarter bird
Big knots in my Dickie pants
Had a plug on that weed and had a plug on that can'
I'm off da chain mayne

Trell came home, I was on
Everythan' a nigga throw me, it was gone
Lil Ivy taught me bank rolls, fuck a bitch
I got this can', mayne, and I got this weed and syrup shit
Well, let's get rich

I got too many knots, I couldn't put it in a box
6 months really, a nigga had the silly
Made a hund'ed fiddy when I put it in my mind
I can make a million dollars if I grind, bank roll time

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hund'ed G's at a time, nigga

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hund'ed G's at a time, nigga

I like a bitch with a bank roll
Take a nigga shoppin', got her own shit
Take a nigga blockin'
You out there poppin' them pills, fuckin' them stank ho's
Keep it real, you ain't really about your bank roll

You satisfy a couple stacks
Now you straight plushin' drugs everyday, nigga
And everyday I spend a thousand cash
So every time money call, I gotta bust my ass

I'm on the grind, bitch, bank roll after bank roll
I ain't playin' my nigga I got a mansion, my nigga
Now just hit me with a bank roll
She just hit me with a bank roll
But I call them back like I need more

So many kids to feed, it ain't a game, partner
All long I'm eatin' good, ask my baby momma
Through all the drama I'ma shine, I'ma grind
At the picture booth ho with a big bank roll, nigga

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hund'ed G's at a time, nigga

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hund'ed G's at a time, nigga

What up, Mr. Bank Roll? Shit, I'm just chillin'
Headed to New York City talkin' about another million
What up, Mr. Bank Roll?
The same thing, stackin' my paper 'til the game done change

'Cause I love me a bank roll, fuckin' right
'Cause without it who am I, make the haters wanna cry?
Drive-by and homicides had your life cold
Niggas ain't killin' for stripes, they want a bank roll

You want these ho's, you want these clothes, you wanna stay fly?
Well, get your mind and your money right, right now
All my kids, all of 'em got trust funds
So when they grow up, they can have a little fun

Niggas on TV stuntin' at me
You talkin' Gucci bag money and that's funny to me
When you see me, can't miss me, please don't diss me
Couple bank rolls, I have your ass missin' bank rolls

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hund'ed G's at a time, nigga

Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hund'ed G's at a time, nigga