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Bankroll Mafia
Bankroll Mafia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T.I.
T.I.
Songwriter
Young Thug
Young Thug
Songwriter
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Wheezy
Wheezy
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Why-Z
Why-Z
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Lyrics

Man we got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck, bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Get the mils in the bank, get the racks on person 50 to 75 at a time, on purpose Shittin' in the hood with the GATs on person If a nigga out of line the .45 go to squirtin' And I ain't fuckin' around, am I? I'ma probably about the hardest ever out of Atlanta It's a ring of real niggas, got the game in the slang Nine out of ten, it's my homeboy number I told my ho back up, oh shit, don't need no beotch I get on beats and talk my shit just like a beotch Ho you a beotch, girl you a beotch Bae you a beotch Forever I love Atlanta like a FILA I pull up in Houston, hit stickmatic Eli I might get caught up with lots of guns like TI I don't want your ho, I want your honey like a beehive I don't want your ho, I want your honey like a beehive Barrels bustin' out Balmain Plain hundreds, they like Jane Bitch I'm out in these streets like a Reindeer Your ho not gonna stutter my name She actually gone say that shit clear You know I drive lows, pimpin' in her ear Make the lil' ho do a split like a check Then I lost it like police in my rear I can put this on God (?) get smoked like some dope in (?) Dope in the (?), lots of dope in the (?) Lots of dope in the (?) Who is drinkin'? I need oil with me Jigga, Thug, gotta pay lawyer fees Bitch we really with the trap and the reef' Too much cheese, got that Mac all on me The trap went left while we stayin' down with it While you bullshit, we the one playin' around with it Keep a nigga wouldn't walk around with a 50 in the clip I ain't even need to stand around with it And I demand all 50, states in the states, everybody ride with me For you to go to Queens probably gotta call 50 When I'm in the pizzeria and I got it all with me What the fuck you thought little ho? Got big bankrolls on deck Break a quarter mil just to blow, put fee and dough on that Brush a nigga standin' on the block, got a whole bunch of pills in the sack And they blue dolphins, pussy nigga playin', he left in the coffin I been jumped off my momma porch And I go crazy when bored Give education like Du Bois Cliff, I'm a bloody little dog 12 inches in her like a yard Big bankroll without fraud These little niggas not makin' any noise
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Wesley Glass, Rashad Battle, Jeffery Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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