BankRoll

(Hook: YFN Lucci)
I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold
I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go
I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole
I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow
And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe
Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe
Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show
These ain’t release shit they not in the store

(Verse 1: YFN Lucci)
Yo I’m cleaning hair like dish detergent
Space cadette like [?] said
Bad bitch give me rooster nail
I’m in love with that chicken head
Pound cake I need thicker bread no blue cheese
Money talk like Jackie Chan, I kick a brick like Bruce Lee
My blood’s bigger than 2 Bs
[?] on my flow seat
And yo flow like somedays
That shit is so weak
I shine hard like gold teeth
Name another young nigga better
I go hard like constipation
You die real get your shit together
Me and money go sit together
Fine bitch I’m a dime snatcher
I’d rob you to get my quarter back
Tryna get a sack like a linebacker
I just took a nigga girlfriend
Me and her have a ton of fun
I nut in her eyeball so she can see where I’m coming from
Yeah, Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
All these racks on me they can’t fold
These new addition you can’t find these in the stores
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hook: YFN Lucci)
I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold (it can’t fold)
I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go
I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole
I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow
And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe
Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe
Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show
These ain’t release shit they not in the store

(Verse 2: Yamine)
All these fuck niggas always talk about my raps (they do)
All these fuck niggas always talkin all that smack (so true)
Till they lay a verse then ya’ll know it’s all wraps (wack)
Mines all official, while yours soundcloud trash (FACTS)
I walk by with a big ruger
I give ya dreams like Freddy Kruger (yeah bro)
I took yo bitch man she’s a cougar
Freaky ass hell a mistress tooler (yeah hoe)
Yamine got them toys and I don’t know which to use (don’t know)
An Uzi or a Glock .45 no it’s cool (yeah)
I ain’t no bitch I throw straight hands
If a nigga run up he end up dead
Better watch yo mouth my streets is fed
They’d come for yo ass so fast I got the bread
Niggas straight trippin
False-claim tricked Crippin
He a damn lie ain’t nobody in his kitchen
I’m 5 star BLOOD GANG straight drippin
If you fucking with me man them bullets will start rippin (hoe)

(Interlude: Yamine)
Pussy ass niggas, ya’ll don’t know shit bitch ass nigga, fuck nigga!

(Hook: YFN Lucci)
I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold
I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go
I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole
I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow
And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe
Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe
Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show
These ain’t release shit they not in the store