Rich Homie Quan Bankroll song lyrics

Got a Pocket full of Hundreds and a closet full of clothes

With a Phone full of hoes and they trippin'

And yeah I know some partners and they throwed with some shawty by the door

With some killer niggas standing by the kitchen

And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em'

Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em' All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em'

I can't go nowhere without no bankroll on me

I got yo Ho on the score you know my unc on dope

A lil' short hand chopper under my peacoat

So how these hoes gon' stop the guap when the cops can't stop

I dropped my Iphone cracked it and my top subtracted

And i spend my money faster

I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor

I was ridin round with bricks in my trunk man

Same year that Jordan dropped the jumped man

I was in the county playin' tomp by the bunk man

[?] I gives a damn

Sellin gram after gram never credit card scam

Want some credit let a nigga hold your credit card mam

Give me pussy ass and mouth so I call the bitch P.A.M

Since Im saving all my money you should me young S.A.M

I been serving niggas debbie since a very young man

Got a stash box with a tammy gun in my damn van

4g auto straight 8 im on a high speed chase

200 on the interstate cause I can't catch no case

Tryna hit up gucci land but he won't pick up the phone

Thankin like El Chapo we can't loose no loads

I like to stack my money up I can't stand bankroll

36 ounces in the brick I add 4 more

Thats a 40 ounce brick you get it for 24

Old school like magic I no look past dope

I drop a brick just like buffalo just dropped T.O

I ain't never seen drop bricks drop out the float

Old school G.T.O bricks stuffed in the dope

And I don't stop at red lights everything is a go

Im a motherfuckin stoner I put that shit on my momma

Got my pistol with me now, you try me, bitch im a gun you

You ain't no boss you pussy boy you a motherfuckin runner

Fuck the Jury, the judge, the prosecutor and your honor

I can make cocaine, vacay straight to columbia

Cadillac station wagon 4g's all up under

Got em' in, Got em' in, Got em' in, Got em' in

What you wanna spend im ridin' with that elephant

From the burg with these young niggas they got hearts in then

Im in the streets pussy niggas and no such thang as freinds

I might just pull up on your block with a ho block and a fo pot

Drop a fo walk what you wanna car key the door locked

Shooters gone pop