[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain't tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain't tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
[Post-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don't fold
I bet you she'll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don't fold
I bet you she'll do it for the bankroll
[Verse 1: Rich Brian]
Yeah, uh
Bankroll city pay slow
Everybody on the payroll under control
Every twenty minutes change clothes
Shout out my boy Post only that
You wanna say go if you say so, uh
Run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
Looking like a pimp but I got one ho
Try to shut me up and I say hell no
Never switching up, only switch up flows
Bling blaow, honey on the carousel
She get looking at me now
And she hit me when in town
She thirsty like she in a drought
Does she want to fuck no doubt
Living life like a king
I ain't even got a crown, ayy
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hold up bitch I got hundred thousand in my pillow case
You can try me run it with the Nike
But you'll never do it in my pace
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Hold up hoe, this is my first time in the States
My aura so bright but my bars so dark
You would think you in the Sunken Place
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain't tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain't tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
[Post-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don't fold
I bet you she'll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don't fold
I bet you she'll do it for the bankroll
[Verse 1: Rich Brian]
Yeah, uh
Bankroll city pay slow
Everybody on the payroll under control
Every twenty minutes change clothes
Shout out my boy Post only that
You wanna say go if you say so, uh
Run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
Looking like a pimp but I got one ho
Try to shut me up and I say hell no
Never switching up, only switch up flows
Bling blaow, honey on the carousel
She get looking at me now
And she hit me when in town
She thirsty like she in a drought
Does she want to fuck no doubt
Living life like a king
I ain't even got a crown, ayy
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hold up bitch I got hundred thousand in my pillow case
You can try me run it with the Nike
But you'll never do it in my pace
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Hold up hoe, this is my first time in the States
My aura so bright but my bars so dark
You would think you in the Sunken Place
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