Gucci Mane - Bankroll Lyrics
Hook:Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothesWith the phone full of hoes and they trippin' they yellin'Some pollin and they throw with some chatter by the doughWhen some killer nigga standin' by the kitchenAnd now my niggas gotta bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on emBankroll, bankroll, bankroll on emWill bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on emI can't go nowhere without that bankroll on it.I can't got your hoe in this dope you know my ..A little short head chopper under my deep coatso holly hoes won't stop the guap, with the cops can't stopI drop my iPhone crazy then my chop attracting,And I spit my money faster, I got on seven diamond rings like your pastorI was rhyming I wear bricks in my truck man,Sign year dead John, drop the chop manHuh I was in the counter plan so bottle bought manI won't .. get the front I get em downSelling the gram after gram never credit cars cash,Want some credit lot of nigga whole your debit card man,get some ***** ass some mouse so I call the ***** pal,since some saving now my money you should call me on ..I've been serving nigga diamonds since the very young manGot a stash bag with some money , gun in my damn vein[Hook:]Fortune .. straight ain't I'm on the high speed chaseTwo hundred on the inner state 'cause I can't catch no caseTry to hit a Gucci land but he won't pick up the phone,Thinking like L chopper we can't lose no lawsI love to stack my money up I can't stand bank rose,36 ounces in the brick I have moreThat's a forty ounce brick you get it for 24Old school light magic I no look pass dope,I drop a brick just like puffin loaded droppin ..TOI ain't never seen a drop bricks jump out the floorOld school DTL Bricks stop in the dopeAnd I don't stop that red lights everything is a goal[Hook:]I'm a mother*cking stoner, I put that shit on my mamaGot my pills with me now you try me ***** I'm a ..You ain't no ballshit ***** boy, he's a mother*****ing runnerFor the jewel to judge the prosecution, the hand you're on my ..I can make cocaine, vacay straight to Colombia,Cattle in station waggin' four G upon themGot a man, got a man, got a man, got a manMan what you wanna span, I'm ridin' with that FFrom the birth with the young niggas, they got hots in man,I'm in the streets p**sy niggas no such thing is fans,I might pull up all blow with your block and your whole potdrop a foe up would you wanna *****You know lots she's gonna pop.[Hook:]
