Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walked In , by - Bankroll Fresh. Release date: 01.10.2015
Song language: English
Walked In |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they killing |
| All these hoes I’m killing |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike four wheeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| And I might just lose the ceiling |
| And I’m trying to grind up on a million |
| I might kill it if I feel it |
| Hell yeah you damn right I kill it if she give it |
| Mat go extension, take it and we flip it |
| Take it and remix it, bring it back |
| Sixteen curry on them hoes |
| Bank too big, need pockets like girbaud |
| Hold up wait, know exactly how it goes, its Gucci |
| No, bet you can’t do it like this |
| Fully loaded diamonds on both my wrists |
| Me and Joblow gonna scheme on your bitch |
| Add it to me nigga get the money out the six |
| Scream my name |
| Got a hundred in the six |
| I ain’t no gas, I’m a jug this mid |
| Pint coming in, I’ll lean like this |
| I ain’t hit hard like shawty you lit |
| Fuck all these rappers |
| My trap look like cappa |
| Came in like this turning up on you bastards |
| After I smash lil nigga can have her |
| Fuck her from the front then turning her backwards |
| Ask all those strippers i stay with that cash |
| I’m in a dipper, I’m moving them bags |
| Play with that money we put on a man |
| Know no limit we are busting your ass |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they killing |
| All these hoes I’m killing |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike four wheeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| Aye I walk in throwing to the ceiling |
| Looking like a fucking milli |
| Looking like a fucking gotti |
| Stop flexing bitch you’re not really popping |
| Bitch bout the dough |
| Ace and spade popping |
| Rose popping, bitch we popping |
| You ain’t really jocking |
| Ya’ll niggas flexing, ya’ll ain’t got it |
| I got two bitches they’re getting wild |
| These bitches want to do doggie style |
| I got one black and got one CHinese |
| She be talking to me, say kung pow |
| I fucked it up, just made a pound |
| SMoking this shit up I made a cloud |
| Just fucked it up at the after hours |
| 44 too big it can’t wait to growl |
| Bitch yo ass ugly and yo ass musty |
| So free bitch, here go a bar of Dial |
| Stinking ass breath smell like black and mild |
| I’m fresh as hell bitch wipe me down |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they killing |
| All these hoes I’m killing |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike four wheeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| All of these hoes be staring |
| All my shit exclusive |
| She wants me cause I’m cooler |
| Looking like a goddamn jeweller |
| Might fly to Bermuda |
| Thank god a rich nigga, hallelujah |
| I feel high and I barely even knew her |
| I fucked her now that bitch luda |
| Wild in the bed looking like Frank Lucas |
| Me and my goddamn shooters |
| Carbon, got a damn cooler |
| Clip like a goddamn ruler |
| These bitches faded and be acting funny |
| All she wants is a bag of money |
| Get her on molly she acting slutty |
| Hit from the back and she ain’t a buddy |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they killing |
| All these hoes I’m killing |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike four wheeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |