Bank Roll lyrics

[Intro]
Boosie Bad Ass
I'ma send this motherf*cker right here to all my n*ggas out there gettin bankrolls put your mothaf*ckin' hands up (yeah)

[Chorus]
Bankroll after Bankroll
Big Money. I like it
Bankroll after Bankroll

[Verse 1]
I send this out to my childhood role model Catamisk. Big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
Fresh starch' clothes had all the fine hoes
Every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll
I watched and observed n*ggas taught me how to serve (word)
Turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter-bird, Big knots in my di*kie pants
Had a plug on that weed and had a plug on dat cain, I'm off the chain (mayne)
Trell came home I was on, everythang that n*gga throwed me. it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls f*ck a b*tch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got this weed and syrup sh*t well lets get rich
I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (damn)
Six months really a n*gga acting silly made a 150 when I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!

[Chorus]
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollas on my mind, a hunded g's at a time n*gga!
[Verse 2]
I'm like a b*tch with a bank roll take a n*gga shoppin got her own sh*t take a n*gga
Blockin you out chia poppin them pills f*ckin them stank hoes
Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls satisfy a couple stacks now you
Straight and plus ya drug every day
n*gga now every day I spend a thousand cash
So everytime money calls I gotta bust my ass
Im on the grind b*tch bank roll after bank roll
I ain't playin my n*gga I got a mansion my n*gga
Mel just hit me with a bank roll
Just hit me with a bank roll but I call them back like I need more
So many kids to feed it ain't a game partner all of em eaten good ask my baby momma threw
All the drama I'mma shine I'mma grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Wattup mr bank roll sh*t im just chillin headed to ny city talkin about a nother million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll f*ckin right cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry drive by & homicides had your life cold n*ggas ain't killin for stripes
They want a bank roll you want thes ho you want these clothes you wanna
Stay fly get your mind and your money right
Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have
A little fun n*ggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll n*gga
[Hook x2]