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[ Featuring G Herbo, OMB Peezy ]

(Hitmaka)
(Diego)
(Bankroll Got It)

Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (that Glock don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok up)
I move like I was brought up in a mob house, some of these niggas impostors ('postors)
King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers (Mufasa, with choppas)
Run from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps, so (problem, opp)
Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tore that block up (grrah)

Look, SRT hanging out the window (boom)
Chopper make it heat like an instrumental (rah)
Look, this a rental-geek, no, it ain't a rental, nigga
You was all in her phone, I was in her dental (in her mouth)
Glock with the switch won't lie, quote
Ain't with the talking, f*ck the rah-rah
And them f*ck niggas know they can't stop us
Run up, I'ma hit 'em with that rah-rah
She acting like she want to give me head in the Maybach
If you want to do that, baby, come over here and say that
Packets on full, ain't no way that we can weight that
Wait a whole year, get 'em hit, call it payback
Ever since a nigga can remember, been a hot boy
I ain't got no limit, I ain't stoppin' it when I start
They be talkin' hard with them boys ain't got no heart
Nigga say he want to be a boss, play your part
She gon' wonder why I ain't text her
I been busy running them racks up
My life a movie but ain't a actor
Try me, I'ma shoot like a director
Nigga, you ain't nothing but a robber
He been lying on them songs like he whipping that rock up
Know a couple niggas in the trap
Ain't going nowhere, sell a pill for a doctor

Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (that Glock don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok up)
I move like I was brought up in a mob house, some of these niggas impostors ('postors)
King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers (Mufasa, with choppas)
Run from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps, so (problem, opp)
Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tore that block up (grrah)

Whole lotta guns, got options
Way before fame, we was mobbin'
Me and my niggas was starvin'
Whole lotta trappin', went robbin'
Whole lotta clappin' a whole lotta clappin'
Ski mask in traffic, they don't know what happened
Way before rap, we was snappin'
Eight figure transactions, couldn't imagine, ayy
Whole lotta M's (M's)
Having that shit, now, I'm him (I'm really him)
Shoot like I aim at the rim (ayy)
Lolling, big wet, Viny Slim (gang)
Tricking got me in my feelings
When we lose killers, we killin' (we on that)
Therapy, we need some healin'
Until then, we just keep drillin' (spend)
Pull up, coupe got choppers in the hood, in my hood (yeah)
It ain't bulletproof, 'cause I'm still good in my hood (you know that)
And my raps don't lie, ain't tryna die, so I keep that fire
Try to come show love, but I know fake love

Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (that Glock don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok up)
I move like I was brought up in a mob house, some of these niggas impostors ('postors)
King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers (Mufasa, with choppas)
Run from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps, so (problem, opp)
Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tore that block up (grrah)
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(Hitmaka)
(Diego)
(Bankroll Got It)

Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (that Glock don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok up)
I move like I was brought up in a mob house, some of these niggas impostors ('postors)
King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers (Mufasa, with choppas)
Run from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps, so (problem, opp)
Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tore that block up (grrah)

Look, SRT hanging out the window (boom)
Chopper make it heat like an instrumental (rah)
Look, this a rental-geek, no, it ain't a rental, nigga
You was all in her phone, I was in her dental (in her mouth)
Glock with the switch won't lie, quote
Ain't with the talking, f*ck the rah-rah
And them f*ck niggas know they can't stop us
Run up, I'ma hit 'em with that rah-rah
She acting like she want to give me head in the Maybach
If you want to do that, baby, come over here and say that
Packets on full, ain't no way that we can weight that
Wait a whole year, get 'em hit, call it payback
Ever since a nigga can remember, been a hot boy
I ain't got no limit, I ain't stoppin' it when I start
They be talkin' hard with them boys ain't got no heart
Nigga say he want to be a boss, play your part
She gon' wonder why I ain't text her
I been busy running them racks up
My life a movie but ain't a actor
Try me, I'ma shoot like a director
Nigga, you ain't nothing but a robber
He been lying on them songs like he whipping that rock up
Know a couple niggas in the trap
Ain't going nowhere, sell a pill for a doctor

Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (that Glock don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok up)
I move like I was brought up in a mob house, some of these niggas impostors ('postors)
King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers (Mufasa, with choppas)
Run from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps, so (problem, opp)
Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tore that block up (grrah)

Whole lotta guns, got options
Way before fame, we was mobbin'
Me and my niggas was starvin'
Whole lotta trappin', went robbin'
Whole lotta clappin' a whole lotta clappin'
Ski mask in traffic, they don't know what happened
Way before rap, we was snappin'
Eight figure transactions, couldn't imagine, ayy
Whole lotta M's (M's)
Having that shit, now, I'm him (I'm really him)
Shoot like I aim at the rim (ayy)
Lolling, big wet, Viny Slim (gang)
Tricking got me in my feelings
When we lose killers, we killin' (we on that)
Therapy, we need some healin'
Until then, we just keep drillin' (spend)
Pull up, coupe got choppers in the hood, in my hood (yeah)
It ain't bulletproof, 'cause I'm still good in my hood (you know that)
And my raps don't lie, ain't tryna die, so I keep that fire
Try to come show love, but I know fake love

Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (that Glock don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok up)
I move like I was brought up in a mob house, some of these niggas impostors ('postors)
King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers (Mufasa, with choppas)
Run from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps, so (problem, opp)
Bankroll on me right now
Ain't worried 'bout bills, that Glock don't lie, quote (don't lie)
SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tore that block up (grrah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Diego Avedano, Fletcher Redd, Herbert Wright III, Joel Banks, Joseph Chambers, Leparis Kentae Sr. Dade, Ljay Currie, Taylor Banks, Ace Redd, Christopher Dotson, Diego Ave, Herbert Randall Wright, Leparis Dade, Lorne Currie
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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