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How The Bank Roll Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Era
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Cristian Duarte




Chris Era - How The Bank Roll Lyrics




Yeah
Chris Era motherf*cker

Slip my high I'm riding through this shit
You never see these motherf*ckers out again
I hit behind 'em right over the fence and they just mad seeing someone at they f*cking best
I ran around 'em now they eye my shit
But I'm so fast they f*cking call me Mookie Betts
I'm so fast they gotta lock me in the shed
Never see the sun or sold it, the highs rise till the gauge loaded
My brothers on the bank, roll it
I'm sick and tired of people who can't ignore it
You're thinking "Damn, you ain't the place to be in"
If you was up the ranks then you could set the season
Got my high I'm riding through the sense
Never seen those motherf*ckers out again
Back with my Accord when I f*cked up the trans
I stride with the quarter in my pants
And never seen the lie that bent you
Cause some you motherf*ckers try to hide and bend through
And never see the shine, Jo-Vaughn been send you
And never see the highs already mentioned to you
Man you such a sucker ain't you
I'm tryna understand them, y'all ain't even let them in you
I've been flying around, who make 'em, sent you
Keep my eyes right through it
I slide on the mic through it
Your hoes gonna wipe they eyes to this
Fight around in Vegas damn now I tooted (What?)
But every single summer, Imma fly to it
Got my shit together, let's fly to it
My fans tied with the sense
Now let's the break the highs out again
Roll the Dutch's out and break it to smell the scent (I don't smoke that shit)
Yeah I kicked that shit out of my face
When I'm running around, I never miss the base
And you can chuck the phone, I'll make a video tape
I do a celebration when I'm hitting home base
I get my shit together when I'm meeting
I bet motherf*ckers all up in their leisure
I don't give a shit about your knees and features
Cause I don't need to f*ck to get me off, when you a teaser
All the lies, ain't you need a breather?
Look in my eyes as I pull down the leaver
All the curtains down, it's alright eager beaver
The fakest Christians all non-believers

This how my bank roll motherf*cker
Yeah I ain't scared to ride through tolls motherf*cker
This how my bank roll motherf*cker
Yeah I ain't scared to ride through tolls Chris Era

My ideas come from above, a higher source (Praise the most high)
Finding out one or two of them was Jewish or like white guys
What? They're on tour with Run DMC? They're accepted?
Like all that shit worked
(Find God bitch, don't send me your Only Fans)
For me as far as me thinking "Damn, maybe we can actually participate"
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Yeah
Chris Era motherf*cker

Slip my high I'm riding through this shit
You never see these motherf*ckers out again
I hit behind 'em right over the fence and they just mad seeing someone at they f*cking best
I ran around 'em now they eye my shit
But I'm so fast they f*cking call me Mookie Betts
I'm so fast they gotta lock me in the shed
Never see the sun or sold it, the highs rise till the gauge loaded
My brothers on the bank, roll it
I'm sick and tired of people who can't ignore it
You're thinking "Damn, you ain't the place to be in"
If you was up the ranks then you could set the season
Got my high I'm riding through the sense
Never seen those motherf*ckers out again
Back with my Accord when I f*cked up the trans
I stride with the quarter in my pants
And never seen the lie that bent you
Cause some you motherf*ckers try to hide and bend through
And never see the shine, Jo-Vaughn been send you
And never see the highs already mentioned to you
Man you such a sucker ain't you
I'm tryna understand them, y'all ain't even let them in you
I've been flying around, who make 'em, sent you
Keep my eyes right through it
I slide on the mic through it
Your hoes gonna wipe they eyes to this
Fight around in Vegas damn now I tooted (What?)
But every single summer, Imma fly to it
Got my shit together, let's fly to it
My fans tied with the sense
Now let's the break the highs out again
Roll the Dutch's out and break it to smell the scent (I don't smoke that shit)
Yeah I kicked that shit out of my face
When I'm running around, I never miss the base
And you can chuck the phone, I'll make a video tape
I do a celebration when I'm hitting home base
I get my shit together when I'm meeting
I bet motherf*ckers all up in their leisure
I don't give a shit about your knees and features
Cause I don't need to f*ck to get me off, when you a teaser
All the lies, ain't you need a breather?
Look in my eyes as I pull down the leaver
All the curtains down, it's alright eager beaver
The fakest Christians all non-believers

This how my bank roll motherf*cker
Yeah I ain't scared to ride through tolls motherf*cker
This how my bank roll motherf*cker
Yeah I ain't scared to ride through tolls Chris Era

My ideas come from above, a higher source (Praise the most high)
Finding out one or two of them was Jewish or like white guys
What? They're on tour with Run DMC? They're accepted?
Like all that shit worked
(Find God bitch, don't send me your Only Fans)
For me as far as me thinking "Damn, maybe we can actually participate"
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Writer: Cristian Duarte
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