"Bankrolls" lyrics
2Rare & Sha EK Lyrics
(feat. Sha EK)
[2Rare:]
Big frost, big frost, talkin' hundreds, babe
I ain't trippin' over you
My money thicker than that toilet paper (Damn, lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Just to shit on you
[Sha EK:]
I hit billboard, I was just sinnin'
I brought the gun in the church
Most of these niggas mad that I'm on top
They rather see me in the dirt
Sometimes I don't even feel like I'm famous
I gotta keep puttin' work
All of my niggas got locked
Baby, I gotta ride with' my knocks
How the fuck you gon' tell me to stop?
Put my gun down and I'ma get put in a box
And it's crazy 'cause niggas be scared to link up 'cause they say I got too many opps
Bitches be fuckin'
No, you cannot get in the V if you not tryna tote on the chop
I went to war with' some niggas
That didn't do shit when they talked on my block
Niggas be tellin' me somthin' they not
In the streets everybody knew my bop (Bow)
Bitches be textin' my bitch
Had to tell her, "They just tryna take your spot"
And y'all niggas not gettin' money
The niggas that diss me is dirty and popped
Rare my brother
You try to touch him when he in New York?
We gon' let it flock (Grrah)
[2Rare:]
We on the same shit, when you couldn't feel it?
Catch bald head, tryna shave like Gillie
Don't want no smoke, leave that shit to the chimneys
Leave a nigga eye so puffy, like Diddy
Middle fingers up, y'all not fuckin' with' me
I could have been like Bobby
You could have been like Witney
I got Coka, that nigga, but you know I get rid of you
I ain't 30, but niggas got like 29
You know we do
You the type to make it wiggle like a missin' tooth
He clutchin'? Watch bro go and get him, nigga better shoot
Can't be my lil' sweetie, she ain't my type
This bitch just tried to make me wait like a long line
I'ma kill it just like Nick, I might wild out
Nigga, you far off
First name Jake, last name Paul, paul
Big frost, big frost, talkin' hundreds, babe
I ain't trippin' over you
My money thicker than that toilet paper
Just to shit on you
Big frost, big frost, talkin' hundreds, babe
I ain't trippin' over you, oh
My money thicker than that toilet paper
Just to shit on you (Damn, lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Lil' bitch, hold on
Hold on
Lil' bitch, hold on
Told that lil' bitch, "Hold on"
'Wassup
'Wassup
'Wassup
Big frost, big frost, talkin' hundreds, babe
I ain't trippin' over you
My money thicker than that toilet paper (Damn, lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Just to shit on you
[Sha EK:]
I hit billboard, I was just sinnin'
I brought the gun in the church
Most of these niggas mad that I'm on top
They rather see me in the dirt
Sometimes I don't even feel like I'm famous
I gotta keep puttin' work
All of my niggas got locked
Baby, I gotta ride with' my knocks
How the fuck you gon' tell me to stop?
Put my gun down and I'ma get put in a box
And it's crazy 'cause niggas be scared to link up 'cause they say I got too many opps
Bitches be fuckin'
No, you cannot get in the V if you not tryna tote on the chop
I went to war with' some niggas
That didn't do shit when they talked on my block
Niggas be tellin' me somthin' they not
In the streets everybody knew my bop (Bow)
Bitches be textin' my bitch
Had to tell her, "They just tryna take your spot"
And y'all niggas not gettin' money
The niggas that diss me is dirty and popped
Rare my brother
You try to touch him when he in New York?
We gon' let it flock (Grrah)
[2Rare:]
We on the same shit, when you couldn't feel it?
Catch bald head, tryna shave like Gillie
Don't want no smoke, leave that shit to the chimneys
Leave a nigga eye so puffy, like Diddy
Middle fingers up, y'all not fuckin' with' me
I could have been like Bobby
You could have been like Witney
I got Coka, that nigga, but you know I get rid of you
I ain't 30, but niggas got like 29
You know we do
You the type to make it wiggle like a missin' tooth
He clutchin'? Watch bro go and get him, nigga better shoot
Can't be my lil' sweetie, she ain't my type
This bitch just tried to make me wait like a long line
I'ma kill it just like Nick, I might wild out
Nigga, you far off
First name Jake, last name Paul, paul
Big frost, big frost, talkin' hundreds, babe
I ain't trippin' over you
My money thicker than that toilet paper
Just to shit on you
Big frost, big frost, talkin' hundreds, babe
I ain't trippin' over you, oh
My money thicker than that toilet paper
Just to shit on you (Damn, lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Lil' bitch, hold on
Hold on
Lil' bitch, hold on
Told that lil' bitch, "Hold on"
'Wassup
'Wassup
'Wassup
