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kid glock - bankrolls lyrics
[intro: kid glock & gunna]
oh my god, ronny
yeah
yeah (ooh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, ayy
[chorus: gunna]
i stuff the racks in my balmains
look at my wrist and my tennis chain
f_ckin’ lil’ shawty, she lovin’ it
go get your b_tch, i don’t want her back
look in the room, she gon’ get attached
hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
put all the dope in the louis bag
zip it up, now it’s a hundred packs
[verse 1: gunna]
cartier watch
look at my diamonds, they jumpin’ too hot
hop out the drop when the door is unlocked
keep me a .40, that stick is on fire
chain, yeah, it shine like the 4th of july
keep me a draco, you n_ggas gon’ diе
if i don’t make it, lil’ n_gga, i’ll try
hop out the doors, the phantom is widе
look at my b_tch and look at her new body
the drugs is sluggy, feelin’ like i’m carti
i know she a groupie, she just wanna party
vlone on my jeans and on my lil’ coat
i bend that b_tch over, i nut in her throat
it’s richard mille, this a plain jane
f_ckin’ that b_tch ’til she go insane
she callin’ me mike, yeah, i beat it up
i’m slicin’ that dog like a dealer truck
you n_ggas be hatin’, don’t give a f_ck
i’m gettin’ this money, my pockets up
my pockets up, my hoes up
the doors up on the bentley truck
hot, rich gotti, rich gotti, i’ma ease my wrong
everybody knows where she goin’
my diamonds, they drip with tones
like kevin, i got two phones
stackin’ paper on ice, it’s froze
it’s funny this glide is strong
they diamonds, they drippin’, they going
my songs keep runnin’ up digits
get your bread up, n_gga, no b_tchin’
got a bad ass b_tch, she tinted
long hair, pretty nails, she did it
give the money all to my granny
it’s okay, sh_t’ll feed my family
yeah, this rap sh_t came in handy
shawty suck my d_ck, it’s candy, ooh
[chorus: gunna]
i stuff the racks in my balmains
look at my wrist and my tennis chain
f_ckin’ lil’ shawty, she lovin’ it
go get your b_tch, i don’t want her back
look in the room, she gon’ get attached
hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
put all the dope in the louis bag
zip it up, now it’s a hundred packs
[verse 2: kid glock]
yeah, give you a bag, give you a bag, give you a bag, yeah
sit back and relax, you better watch me count my stacks, yeah
she wanna f_ck ’cause she see all the hundred racks
all of this money, can you even handle that?
i spend this money and you know i get it back
i don’t need friends, n_gga, i got bankrolls
i’m not safe, n_gga, i need to lay low
only let her touch the bands when i say so
shawty a freak, yeah, i know that she faithful
oh, she guilty, it’s a case closed
we be ridin’ ’round with the pesos
yeah, we shootin’ sh_t like it’s halo
yeah, yeah, yeah, low
ayy, i need the racks, i need the racks today
yeah, i need my stacks, i need my stacks today
ayy, ayy, i get it right back, i get it right back today
i do the math today, ayy, do this sh_t everyday
hold up, i got your girl and she on me
yeah, i got your b_tch and she with the team
i’m livin’ where you live, in a catastrophe
i got so much fans and they comin’ after me, yeah
[interlude: kid glock]
oh, yeah
d_mn, bg, you made this?
[chorus: gunna]
i stuff the racks in my balmains
look at my wrist and my tennis chain
f_ckin’ lil’ shawty, she lovin’ it
go get your b_tch, i don’t want her back
look in the room, she gon’ get attached
hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
put all the dope in the louis bag
zip it up, now it’s a hundred packs
[verse 3: yng money]
i’ma go home, you tellin’ these lies
i’ma ride for my guys and we gonna jig until we got money that’s touchin’ the sky
i’m with some young, i never divide
if it’s something that you want, you can have
promise i’m tired of hearing these lies
you gonna leave me or you gonna ride?
i’ma go get to that bag ’til i die
shorty got kick and she suckin’ me high
she threw a touch, i don’t know where she tied
i get it lit like the 4th of july
she all about me, i’m all on that dome
but she keep on actin’ like she could do wrong
let me see what you got, pull up to the spot
if you wanna get jiggy, we settin’ the tone
settin’ the tone, no
all she wanna do is glow, all i wanna get is dough
it’s the one game and it all on my mommy
’cause i gotta get it some more
she send my heart to the globe
i only want her on the low, no
i’ve been runnin’, runnin’ ’round
you still with me? is you down?
but i’ve been in the wild in front of my sound
i got that drip, b_tch, she drown
i’m takin’ no city gown, no
i told her, “come up right now”
now i’m finna make the shawty proud
[interlude: yng money]
no, no
no (d_mn, bg, you made this)
no, yeah, ayy
[chorus: gunna]
i stuff the racks in my balmains
look at my wrist and my tennis chain
f_ckin’ lil’ shawty, she lovin’ it
go get your b_tch, i don’t want her back
look in the room, she gon’ get attached
hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
put all the dope in the louis bag
zip it up, now it’s a hundred packs
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