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I send this out to my childhood role model cap mursk big bank rolls, suzuki all bauds, fresh starchy clothes had all da fine hoes... Every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll I watched I observed niggas taught me how tah serve (word) turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter bird... big knots in my dickie pants... Had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain 'm off da chain mayne! trell came home I was on... Everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone... lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch I got dis caine mayne... And I got dis weed and syrup shit well let's get rich I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!) 6 months really a nigga actin silly made a 150 when I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll tim! Bankroll after bank roll big money I like it bank roll after bank roll a million Dollars on my mine 100 gs at a time I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin got her own shit take a nigga Blockin you out there poppin them pills fuckin them stank hoes Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls satisfy a couple stacks now you Straight blushin drugs every day Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash So everytime money calls I gotta bust my ass I'm on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll I'm ain't playin my nigga I got a mansion my nigga Now just hit me with a bank roll she Just hit me with a bank roll but I call them back like I need more So many keys I can feed it ain't a game partner all long I eaten good ask my baby momma threw All the drama I'm a shine I'm a grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga Mr bank roll shit I'm just chillin head in to ny city talkin about a nother mille Letras de cancionesWuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin right cause with out it who am I make the haters wanna cry drive by homicides had your life cold niggas ain't killin for stripes They want a bank roll you want thes hoe you want these clothes you wanna Stay fly get your mind and your money right Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have A little fun niggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci bag money and that's funny to me When you see me can miss me please don't diss me couple bank rolls have ya ass missin bank rolls Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga From Letras Mania