Pocket Tommy Ice & KillBunk (Ft. Yung Bans)

[Intro: KillBunk & Yung Bans]
How I feel, you know? (Yung Bans?)
A lot of niggas doin' a lot of cap rap
Tryna make themselves just seem like somebody they not (—knock off his noggin)
This ain't that, man, like this isn't that, you know (And we all know I can't cuff that hoe, she got too much milage)

[Chorus: KillBunk]
Bankroll in my pocket, don't need no wallet
Niggas talkin' shit, we gettin' money, tryna top it
Fifty thousand on me, nigga, I don't need no wallet
Bankroll in my pocket, don't need no wallet

[Verse I: Tommy Ice & KillBunk]
Ay, bankroll in my pocket, don't need no wallet
They just talkin' shit, we get the money, tryna top it
I can't even tell you what I did, I was off it
Maybe you should pay attention to me instead of thottin' , this ain't what I thought it was, oh
This ain't 'bout drugs, this ain't 'bout sluts
Came staight out the mud
This ain't [?], heard he thought it was
(Fah, fah, fah) two pop [?]
Made it out the mud, every [?] give a fuck, hey
Got some money [?], got her sittin' 'round and talkin'
Ah, now I got a bad bitch, [?] sad shit
Broke my heart and you turned me to a savage
I'm smokin' good, y'all smokin catfish
Tell that to your bitch though, hit it once, I gotta dip though
Baby, I ain't sorry, I'm a rockstar, rocks and Rari's, I got Range's, I got Rari's
You can't pull up to the party and she pulled up in a Rari, yeah