Bankroll

Aye ima need a bank roll Yea ima need some Pesos I been chillin with a Draco I ain't fucking with these fake hoes Had to cut off all the fake bros I hate those Yea ima need a bankroll Ain't this what you wanted money hoes and pad Balenziaga shoes and mcm for the bag Foaming at the mouth from all the Molly and xans Aye y'all gon think it's sweet until you bury your man's Sippin too much mud I spilled the weed on my pants They caught my lil homie up in traffic and bam Like how I'm supposed to feel when y'all ain't giving a damn Aye y'all can't tell me nothing if you ain't wit the fam I'm tryna leave em something when that shit hit the fan Na we ain't going broke cause ima get me some bands Yea pull em out the mud while y'all can't watch from the stands Like why the f*ck you bitchin bro it came with the plan Aye y'all gon say you got me till we catching a case Snitching on the homie he tryna mention my name Informant mother fucker prolly dead in the lake Shit been getting heavy I been numbing the pain Nothing feeling real like everybody be fake Smoking by the pack I damn near rolled me a eighth Popping all these pills it damn near drove me insane Leanin of the drank It damn near fucked up my aim I remember we was broke and running off on the plug But stupid mother fucker had it coming in blood Don't ever try to play me cause I ain't the one Keep fucking with them shells they might just spit out the drum Ain't this what you wanted money hoes and pad Balenziaga shoes and mcm for the bag Foaming at the mouth from all the Molly and xans Aye y'all gon think it's sweet until you bury your man's Sippin too much mud I spilled the weed on my pants They caught my lil homie up in traffic and bam Like how I'm supposed to feel when y'all ain't giving a damn Aye y'all can't tell me nothing if you ain't wit the fam I'm tryna leave em something when that shit hit the fan Na we ain't going broke cause ima get me some bands Yea pull em out the mud while y'all can't watch from the stands Like why the f*ck you bitchin bro it came with the plan Aye y'all gon say you got me till we catching a case Snitching on the homie he tryna mention my name Informant mother fucker prolly dead in the lake Shit been getting heavy I been numbing the pain That's how we do it in these streets Real Street Shit You know we really do this Tell me who could do it better I'm all ears Oh you ain't come up with nothing Yea that's what I thought bitch