Bankroll

[Verse 1]
Seen a big bankroll from a mile away
I could move a couple pounds in any way
I could fuck your bitch, now or any day
And if a nigga tried to kill me, they'll find me paid
I like going to the mall, shop at gun stores
See the barrel on my shotty, I don't run toys
I should have a class for you dumb boys
Got a ski mask at home, nigga, Bon Jovi
Cheffing it up with the brick stove, spilled baking soda on the counter
I don't do coke, but I'll do a xan 'cause I ain't no debby downer
That lil' nigga talk big shit
Your main bitch, I got dick with
Got a double barrel with a vice grip
Got a nice crib for some fitness
Water whipping 'til I'm in a Lexus
Squeeze the clip like I'm ambidextrous
Lotta guns, I don't need protection
I don't need a rope, I could pull the weapon
Whip the pots like I teach a lesson
Walk the block like a new pedestrian
Fuck recording, I don't need a session
I'm real, period, don't ask no questions

[Hook]
She gotta know, I got the dough
Baking soda full of snow
I be working by the store
They don't know what I be on
I be juggin' with the pack
Gotta paint the windows black
Car purr just like a cat
They don't know where I be at

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Fucking got my 30 clip
Bullets make him do a backflip
Infrared, it got the beam
Bodies floating down the stream
Water whipping, this is ghetto science
The paint on the Caddy, that nigga blinded
You dipped in designer but you still a bitch
Open your mouth and it smelling like dick
All my niggas really smoking
Playboy, what the fuck you holding?
Give me whats inside your pocket
And I take that fucking Rolly
Jag moving down the way
Fuck a speed limit, I'm tryna get paid
Ain't no nigga down to fade
'cause I'm stealing this bitch and she cannot be saved
Hello? Who the fuck is calling my phone?
"Bruh, I'm tryna buy a pack!"
Bruh, gon' get your ass gone
I don't be fucking with opps
Boy don't you play with my shit
$teve Cannon and Ramirez
Better hide your main bitch, god damn