Bankrolls & Timezones lyrics

by

Guè


[Intro: Jim Jones]
Oh
[?]
Uh, Mykel (Mykel Costa)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I be so high, I be feelin' like I can touch the moon (Space travel)
One of you n*ggas play wit', I'ma send you to the upper room (Poof)
You know the rules, n*gga, if it's up, then it's up, then boom (Bow)
Boy, they sweep up your block like they was clutchin' brooms
I drop my top in December, n*gga, f*ck a June (f*ck)
I keep my Louis on deck, n*gga, f*ck a [tomb?]
Switch up my time and catch me in the whip, I'm reclinin'
While I'm cruisin' through the city lookin' for a b*tch I can climb in
Plus it's, sh*t that I'm in that'll make a b*tch's jaw drop, boy
I f*cked that up, I mean that I'll make a b*tch's jaws drop (Right)
My watch is like TLC, don't be chasin' on no waterfall
I'm a pro on these courts, boy, you lil' n*ggas sort of boss (Swish)
You need to tell your label to opеn the budget
You evеr seen a million dollars when you open your luggage? (Woo)
Boy, I was cookin' that coke, you know them smokers would love it
Now, I just jump out the Rolls, so you know I can pose in the public (Say cheese)
I'm a chilly n*gga, I can stay froze in the public (Right)
If I was a pimp, then you know hoes would be the subject (Hey, baby)
But I'm chilly n*gga, I stay froze in the public
If I was a pimp, then you know hoes would be the subject
[Verse 2: Guè]
G-U-È (Ah)
Audemars sul mio polso (AP)
Mi sta dicendo che ho incassato di più dell'anno scorso (Wow)
Ti sparano sul torso (Brrah)
Mentre mi sto sparando cinquanta vasche a dorso (Splash)
Swiss francs murati dentro i muri (Uff)
Arabi, albanesi, italo-gipsy come Fury
Sto coi massimi pesi, sì, da Marrakech a Zürich
Ho una villa sul lago, bevo espresso come Clooney, ah
Iced Down Medallions per i miei Italian Stallions
Euri al ventaglio, vendita al dettaglio o all'ingrosso
Ti abbaglio, fermo al rosso e ti facciamo
Perché forse sbaglio, ma faccio quel che posso
Bevo paloma con i palombari, yeah
Sto chillando con dei miliardari, yeah
Sto gelando a meno dieci gradi
Perché sono troppo freddo, sette e undici coi dadi (Uff)
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