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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Sean Mula
Sean Mula
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
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Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
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Glenn Tabor III
Glenn Tabor III
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Segal Huredia
Segal Huredia
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Lyrics

Bankroll Got It (You niggas is on some gangsta shit in this motherfucker) On mami, this nigga 4X got rich in six months, you heard? (Huh, no cap) It gotta be that Billion Dollar Baby shit (You know the fuck goin' on) Nigga really got rich in six months, for real I watched that shit with my own fuckin' eyes Really three, but that nigga spend too much Goddamn, this nigga get so much goddamn money Nigga, what the fuck? (Tellin' you) Oh my God, I need a taste of the Rich Youngin Okay (Okay), I'ma give them a taste of this shit Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?) I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that) We ain't goin', your shit'll get blew back (Bah) Your ass get whooped, say it's smoke, we could do that (Ooh) I break her neck, she like, "Who that?" Your hoe get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) I'm the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X) We'll put a bitch up like a throwback (Freak ho) She mixed the purp with the Moët (Uh) So many racks, I got gold (Racks) Hit the spage, do my dance in this bitch like I'm Kodak (Uh) Make 'em freeze like he took a Kodak (Freeze) My lil' nigga move on 'em on my whistle That bitch think I'm hot, sizzle I'm a pit' (Uh), told me her nigga a Shih Tzu (Uh, uh) I won't go back and forth with no rap nigga I got business to tend to Too many racks to count, lil' nigga, I'll flip you (Flip) We fill him up with lead like a pencil (Brrt, brrt) No diss, I'm tryna send a missile I need M's, bitch, I'm on a mission (Cash) I'm with my, I'm with my shooter, but I got a stick, too (Uh, he up) He up, then I'm uppin' this bitch 'til it click, too (Bah) He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?) I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that) We ain't goin', your shit'll get blew back (Bah) Your ass get whooped, say it's smoke, we could do that (Ooh) I break her neck, she like, "Who that?" Your hoe get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) I'm the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X) I say, "We gon' call that boy Rich Youngin'" (Rich) He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let's go) Okay, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah) That lil' bitch talkin' shit, kick her out (Like, bitch) I made my young niggas do that (Yeah) Go pull up and post up a pic at your house (Cheese) Make him tag BDB in the caption (Let's go) Hit his ass with that stick, he come out (Okay) I done went and spent a whole lot of money with Johnny I got a whole brick in my mouth (Yessir) My bitch get the money Bitch send the deposit if you want my bitch to come out (No cap) They want fuck me, Big 4 and my DJ (Big 4) Throw my shirt on a hoe, it's on eBay Windows down and heat on on the freeway (Zoom) I pull up with Rich Youngin', they holler that nigga Got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?) I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that) Goin', we ain't goin', your shit'll get blew back (Yes get whooped) Your ass get whooped, say it's smoke, we could do that (Ooh) I break her neck, she like, "Who that?" Your hoe get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) I'm the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X, Baby) Baby It's Baby and Baby and 4X I ran that lil' shit up in no time I'm puttin' dick in your bitch if we lock eyes I'm so hot, start a fire when I walk in Hit her friend, I ain't stop when she walk in (Nat) I can drop every month and go top ten Make her do what I say, let her get what she want Bitch, you better shut up when I'm talkin' (Shut up) Lot of cars, how the fuck I miss walkin'? (Nah) I drop hit after hit, I don't miss (Never) 'Posed to be somewhere servin' in one of them houses with pounds How the fuck I get rich? Who the hell said that life was a bitch? I got too many bitches but one life to live Fuck how they feel, if we got a problem, then money'll solve it My dollars and followers match I really started from scratch Pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap Influence the youngins to trap Put my whole hood on the map, first the water was tap Now a jet for a nap, now the motor in the back Meet promoter with racks, keep her head in my lap And my hand on the strap, ain't no dyke shit On that Chief Keef, "I Don't Like" shit
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Taylor Banks, Sean Mula, Joel Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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