Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bank Rolls , by - Tate Kobang. Release date: 20.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bank Rolls |
| Bitch I’m from Baltimore, you say you was, I never seen you |
| What part you on? |
| I got some family on The Alameda |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| My name good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly |
| I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she love them killers |
| When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village |
| My uncle Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue |
| You baller blocking that’s the type of shit I never do |
| I’m from the east side, you know what kind of shit I’m on |
| But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in Woodlawn |
| I know some niggas down the hill that got it for the low |
| I live in Bird City, nigga you already know |
| And I don’t go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up |
| And if you fuck a Morgan bitch you better strap up |
| Talkin' shit’ll get you and your niggas clapped up |
| We with the shits, you pussy niggas better not act up |
| My nigga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street |
| My nigga died, he ain’t make it to see 23 |
| I got a bitch that work up Norma’s and that pussy wet |
| And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette |
| She said she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects |
| But that ain’t none of my business, I’m just tryna get the neck |
| A lot of rappers in my city, half you niggas wack |
| And I ain’t ever been a bitch, I’m keepin' shit a stack |
| Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back |
| I been a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks |
| I swear to God I could never love a dumb hoe |
| She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe |
| See all my niggas never love 'em, we be sharin' those |
| Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharin' clothes |
| My mama told me, «Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes» |
| Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll |
| Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back |
| Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| My mama told me, «Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes» |
| Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll |
| I’m 'bout a bankroll |
| You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain’t know |
| The trenches love me so it ain’t nowhere I can’t go |
| We never lackin' and we love to let them thangs show |
| We let them thangs go |
| I’m talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my people |
| With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour diesel |
| Stealin' out my mama’s purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you |
| Used to play in alleyways, we was duckin' them dirty needles |
| I swear the city ain’t the same since we lost Swift |
| She’ll live forever, to the city she was God’s gift |
| We showed the police we ain’t with none of that nonsense |
| These other rappers lackin' soul, ain’t got no content |
| I rep the struggle, I know that you hate me, fuck it, I love you |
| Watch me bubble, we done up with the rod so they in trouble |
| I don’t fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle |
| I ain’t never had shit but a dream, now I see them |
| Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back |
| Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me |
| My mama told me, «Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes» |
| Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll |