Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bankroll , by - Trapboy Freddy. Release date: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bankroll |
| Hahahaha |
| Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| 2020 shit, nigga |
| 2020, right |
| Nah, we ain’t broke, ho (No-no, no-no) |
| Fuck around, pop a bankroll |
| Cuff your bitch quick |
| Know I like a big bitch |
| Say ain’t trickin' if you got it |
| But we still don’t trick shit, yeah-oh |
| And we ain’t broke, ho (No-no, no-no) |
| Fuck around, pop a bankroll |
| We ain’t broke, ho |
| That- that- that’s a no-no |
| Whip- whip- whip that work like Django |
| Ain’t no place I can’t go |
| Bitch, I’m the shit, I’m the bo-omb |
| Savages swoopin' this dum-dum |
| Trap in my house in my long johns |
| A bankroll that don’t fold |
| Call the plug, I need more |
| Tryna kick it, baby |
| Two thousand for the tinted, baby |
| New chains and some tennis bracelets |
| So many planes, been many places |
| Cookin' that dope, make it jump off |
| You don’t know where I come from |
| Main' lean, what I’m sippin', baby |
| I’m hot saucin' my chicken, baby |
| Drippin' on 'em like lemonade |
| I’m a Texas baby, I like |
| Everything is bust down |
| Know you see me flush now |
| A rich little, no, a nigga big rich |
| Still ain’t hit a big lick |
| I be poppin' big shit, yeah |
| Nah, we ain’t broke, ho (No-no, no-no) |
| Fuck around, pop a bankroll |
| Cuff your bitch quick |
| Know I like a big bitch |
| Say ain’t trickin' if you got it |
| But we still don’t trick shit, yeah-oh |
| And we ain’t broke, ho (No-no, no-no) |
| Fuck around, pop a bankroll |
| Better cuff if you want her (Punk) |
| Thugga, Thugga, I’m a stoner (Stoner) |
| Breakin' down work on dinner dishes |
| I can get a new spot, I got plenty bitches |
| This for the Black Houdini |
| Opened up mind like a genie |
| I’m suicidal, but I read the bible |
| Tony Montana, but without the title (Yeah) |
| Stayed down 'til I came up |
| Never ever forget where I came from |
| Niggas changed on me like four quarters (What?) |
| Shittin' on 'em, I need a Porta Potty |
| Blowin' this gas got me feelin' toxic |
| I stay by the bricks like the Houston Rockets (Yeah) |
| Cut the lil' bitch, I ain’t with the gossip |
| And these rappers be actors, they need an Oscar |
| Never coulda been for my woes (Woes) |
| I remember we used to kick doors (Doors) |
| Now we stayin' in the finer places on the top floor |
| More green than a golf course |
| Keep it a hundred with ya |
| I never seen a pack I couldn’t get off, huh |
| Me and Thug was in LA for a week straight |
| Talkin' over head most of ya |
| A rich little, no, a nigga big rich |
| Still ain’t hit a big lick |
| I be poppin' big shit, yeah |
| Nah, we ain’t broke, ho (No-no, no-no) |
| Fuck around, pop a bankroll |
| Cuff your bitch quick |
| Know I like a big bitch |
| Say ain’t trickin' if you got it |
| But we still don’t trick shit, yeah-oh |
| And we ain’t broke, ho (No-no, no-no) |
| Fuck around, pop a bankroll |