"Bank Roll" lyrics

Boosie Bad Ass
I'ma send this motherfucker right here to all my niggas out there gettin bankrolls put your mothafuckin' hands up (yeah)

Bankroll after Bankroll
Big Money. I like it
Bankroll after Bankroll

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 niggas taught me how to serve (word)
Turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter-bird, Big knots in my Dickie 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 nigga throwed me. It was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (M.O.B.) I got dis caine mayne
And I got this weed and syrup shit well let's get rich
I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (damn)
Six months really a nigga acting silly made a 150 when I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!

Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollas on my mind, a hunded Gs at a time nigga!

I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin got her own shit take a nigga
Blockin you out chia poppin them pills fuckin 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
Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash
So every time money calls I gotta bust my ass
Im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll
I ain't playin my nigga I got a mansion my nigga
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

Wattup mr bank roll shit 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 fuckin right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry drive by and homicides had your life cold niggas 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 niggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please don't diss me 'cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga