Lyrics Quarter Million - Bankroll Fresh

Quarter Million

Quarter mil' for this, a mil' for that
Hundred mil' for the crib, but it was a rat, it was a flat
I was broke as hell, all my partners, they wouldn’t give me nothin'
I was tryna get it, trappin' hard, we had the spot on stuntin'
Ran off on your boy with a whole damn fifty pack (I'm gone)
Ran off on your boy, fifty pack, fifty racks flat (I'm gone)
Fifty racks gone, pussy boy, you ain’t get nothin' back (No)
Million dollar status 'fore a nigga ever started to rap
All these hundreds on me, I keep fannin' (Woo)
You pussy ass niggas probably fuck a tranny (What?)
The way these niggas snitchin', they hope 12 come bind me (Haha)
Used to sell grams right outside of my granny’s, yeah
Whip a quarter mil', jewelry a quarter mil' (Mil')
Spot a quarter mil' (Mil'), crib, mil' (Mil')
No deal (Deal), poppin' seal (Woo)
Pitney Park (Woo), four wheel (Yeah, yeah)
Crib a quarter mil', jewelry a quarter mil' (Mil')
Spent a quarter mil' (Mil'), and it wasn’t even a year (Bank)
Brand new Benz and it wasn’t even this year (Woo)
It come out next year, a quarter mil' for him