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Roger Dat
651
Hip-Hop/Rap
Roger Dat was released on March 24, 2026 by 8K Distribution LLC as a part of the album No Fakin
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Release DateMarch 24, 2026
Label8K Distribution LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr. Bankroll
Mr. Bankroll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mr. Bankroll
Mr. Bankroll
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prophet
Prophet
Producer

Lyrics

On the up, tell me
Get money, fuck hoes
And I count bankrolls
I got a button on me
But I'd rather use the Draco, ****
Pop knees a bitch so he never boogie down
Ain't no real beef on my opps, they watered down
Can't even score on you ****, I never around
Blame yo' baby mama, that little shit get around
Chillin' with yo' son, teach that **** how to dish your wood
Fuck them dead ****, stroll 'em up, put 'em in the woods
He got a strip for his kidney, still poppin' it
Come on, Jack, you just shrimp, you is not that
All them diss songs can't bring a homie life back
Skid up and come up, score, can you roger that
The way she eat dick, a **** almost had a heart attack
These **** scare me the way he beggin' for a follow back
I was known for gettin' money and spankin' shit way before the rap
You can be whoever you want on the net, ****, blood'll catch
Just keep it three, ****, leave it in the streets
He was makin' rap songs, they don't really want no beef with it
They was scared to come outside, y'all was troopin' on the east with it
It was me of the nine, we was thuggin' on Dawson
He used to be a joint back in the day 'til he lost it
I'm Mary jeans and Rick Owens in my closet
That's 30, 000 in my mouth, that's a faucet
Everything expensive, that bum **** wearin' Ross fits
I ain't even rappin', I'm that ****, like to talk shit
I love a bitch that want the money, turn her to a boss bitch
You ain't never popped shit, yo' skits is not real
I'm the one that y'all can turn without a deal
I told the label I ain't signin', I need a mill
I'm a young fly player in the club like I'm Dollar Bill
I don't even want a drink if I ain't pop a seal
You never went on a high speed and got little
**** crippled low rank, you ain't got no kills
Why this **** rap hard like he a donkey?
I don't fuck with these **** like I'm a honky
I don't want a link if it ain't about no money
Them young friends, man, all them **** love me
I'm a loke, not a joke, bitch, don't pet me like a dummy
Not enough to drink got me movin' like a zombie
I can tell how you act, you **** just start gettin' money
On the up
Written by: Mr. Bankroll
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