Bankroll

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It's Budda Beats
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 Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
 In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
 Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos
 You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
 We gon' stick to the money like Velcro
 'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow
 Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
 They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich)
 Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
 I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
 With a whole lotta drip on me
 Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
 Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
 You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
 Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
 Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
 They gon' go out, can't save 'em, no need for the preach
 And my shooters maneuver, no lock on the leash
 Say you loyal, dishonor, no, fuck it, you keep
 You a bitch, I'm a sinner, no way you could teach
 I'ma jump out and walk and let Rich park the Benz
 Every green flag go up when I do the arena
 I ain't bringing 'em up, they wasn't down when I needed
 I got millions, that mean I don't know how to treat her
 I ain't nothing like that
 They be stalling, but I'm all in, oh yeah
 Put an M on that
 I don't call them, you just calling, that's fact
 Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
 In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
 Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos
 You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
 We gon' stick to the money like Velcro
 'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow
 Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
 They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich)
 Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
 I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
 With a whole lotta drip on me
 Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
 Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
 You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
 Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
 Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
 Two Rolls Royce trucks, that's two brothers
 Fuck her on the bed but not under covers
 Say he rapping, he ain't trapping, but he really undercover
 We ain't stressing 'bout the money, buy a Bentley for my mother
 Nah, for real, they was hating way before the deal
 She bad, want Birkin and Prada heels
 Popped a pill
 Diamonds on me, they Holyfield
 That's my brother, yeah for real, he can get a mil'
 Niggas capping like they stepping, they ain't in the field
 Bankroll, walk with a hundo
 So much money, had to stuff it in the condo
 Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
 In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
 Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos
 You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
 We gon' stick to the money like Velcro
 'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow
 Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
 They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich)
 Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
 I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
 With a whole lotta drip on me
 Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
 Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
 You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
 Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
 Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
 

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Duration
02:47
Key
7
Tempo
121 BPM

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