Bankroll Mafia - Bankrolls On Deck lyrics
rate meFt. T.I., PeeWee Roscoe, Young Thug, Shad Da God
(Hook)
Man we got big bankrolls on deck, we the bankroll mob
Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God, got big bankrolls on deck
We the bankroll mob, bankrolls on deck, bankrolls on deck
We the bankroll mob, got big bankrolls on deck
We the bankroll mob
(Verse: T.I.)
Get the mils in the bank, get the racks on person
Fifty to seventy five at a time, on purpose
Shitting in the hood wit the GATs on person
If a nigga out of line the .45 go to squirting
And I ain't fucking around, am I?
I'ma probably about the hardest eva out of Atlanta
It's a ring of real niggas, got the game in the slang
9 out of ten, it's my homeboy number
(Verse 2: Young Thug)
I told my hoe back up, oh shit, don't need no beotch
I get on beats & talk my shit just like a beotch
Hoe, ya a beotch, girl ya a beotch, bae ya a beotch
Foreva I love Atlanta like a FILA
I pull up in Houston, hit stickmatic Eli
I might get caught up wit lots of guns like TI
I don't want yo hoe, I want yo honey like a beehive
I don't want yo hoe, I want yo honey like a beehive
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Shad da God)
Barrels busting out Balmain, plain hundreds, they like Jane
Bitch I'm out in these streets like a Reindeer
Yo hoe not gonna stutter my name
She actually gone say that shit clear
Ya know lows (?) pimping in her ear
Make the lil' hoe do a split like a check
Then I lost it like police in my rear
I can put this on God
Ain't let me on the matrice
Get smoked, lots of dope then some lean
And then lean lots of dope
And then lean lots of dope and then lean
You is drinking? I need oil wit me
Jigga, Thug, got to pay lawyer fees
Bitch we really wit the trap & the reef'
Too much cheese, got that Mac all on me
(Hook)
(Verse 4: TI)
The trap went left while we staying down wit it
While ya bullshit, we the one playing around wit it
Keep a nigga wouldn't walk around wit a fifty in the clip
I ain't even need to stand around wit it
And I demand all fifty states in the states, errybody ride wit me
Fo' ya to go to Queens prolly got to call 50
When I'm in the pizzeria & I got it all wit me
What the fuck ya thought lil hoe? Got big bankrolls on deck
Break a quarter mil just to blow, put fear & dough on that
(Verse 5: Young Thug)
Brush a nigga standing on the block, got a whole bunch of pills in the sack
And they blue dolphins, pussy nigga playing, he left in the coffin
I been jumped off my mama porch & I go crazy when bored
Give education like Du Bois, cliff, I'm a bloody lil dawg
Twelve inches in her like a yard, big bankroll witout fraud
These lil niggas not making any noise
(Hook)
(Outro: PeeWee Roscoe)
Money on top of money
We got more bankrolls than God got hoes, nigga
Aha, the money counter blow, what that scare tell
We ran that shit, right Though?
Bankrolls always, nigga
Fo' real tho! Get mine a minute
In God We Trust, nigga
