Bankroll

Yeah, uh huh Got a bankroll won't Fold 'bitches play game like M.I.T. goin' crazy Got a bankroll won't fold Bitch play game's like tic-tac-toe Cross a nigga up, pick and roll He back in that hole, I'm back in that mode Pursuing' all of my goals Swing shit out the whip like crack on stove She sucking me sloppy I know that she want me No dozing , I pour up a four I run out of lean,& ain't having no option Ain't trippin I go get some more Yo man's out of pocket Got blue's in my pocket I gotta big check & It's bout to deposit Cashing out, I never need me a wallet I know I'm fly ' I be higher than pilot Walking' Him down, we ain't wasting' no mileage I love a woman, who keep it on silent Okay, Friday, it's going down like Smackdown Hunnid Round if a nigga wanna play around Hunnid Round make a f*ck, nigga lay down Where the Percs Need the drugs in me right now Pop out, you don't see me like night out In the whip got me lifting her nightgown I be fucking her good, turn the lights out When the play come on, It get wiped out, uhhh Niggas they hatin' on me Glock on me, turn them to Swiss cheese Nigga's ain't gettin' no money Need to go take a paternity leave I'm bout to go make her get right on her knees The dick in her jaw with ease Pull up my joggs and grab my capsule Adios, I gotta leave I be standing on business The business ain't never gone stand up on me Showing' that cheddar that ain't even yours Nigga, that's nacho cheese D.O.A. on the scene Vacant the premises, we gotta leave He drinking Red Bull, he think he Got angels around, now he flying with wings Got A Bankroll won't fold, Bitch's, play a game like tic-tac-toe Cross a nigga up, pick and roll He back in that hole, I'm back in that mode Pursuing' all of my goals Swing shit out the whip like crack on stove She sucking me sloppy I know that she want me, no dozin I pour up a four I run out of lean', I ain't having' no option Ain't trippin', I go get some more Yo Man's outta pocket, got blue's in my pocket I gotta big check & it's bout to deposit Cashing ' out, I never need me a wallet I know I'm fly ' I be higher then pilot Walking them down, we ain't wasting no mileage I love a woman, who keep it on silent I'm a rockstar, no, I'm not a pop star We got steel, I don't kill, I step on fire Shawty, he don't walk the white, he want the wockhardt Love like my girls in the front yard These big 4'5s and F&Ns, bih, you won't make it far I came from riding strikers, now we up on foreign car's