[Intro]
(It's Bankroll, baby)
[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
I wish my life was perfect
I ain't out lookin' for love 'cause that bitch really hurt me
Been goin' up, got all them fuck niggas out my circle
Fuck is a hundred bands? I'm spendin' that shit on my wrist
You don't think I live that life? Guess I'ma have to show you
Lil' Will died, he couldn't get rich 'fore he turned thirty
Can't afford to crash out when your life perfect
I can't let these niggas get me, bitch, I feel immortal
5 doin' time, ain't gotta question, know I got my brother
Them older niggas from the hood still think they run shit
I'm gon' catch him in the lot just like he killed Will
YBN 4L, this shit for life and can't no nigga fuck with me
'Member he put that bitch on him, damn, that was my young nigga
I don't think he gon' snitch on me, so I still fuck with him
Play it cool, you know the rules, boy
He ain't think I was finna get him, made my move on him
You say you 'bout that life, right? Nigga, do somethin'
Ain't left town, but gettin' new money
Don't come outside without that bitch, take your jewels from you
Thought he got away, oh yeah, my nigga out the roof bustin'
Thirty wasn't enough, that's why I ride around with two of 'em
Passed niggas up, I only been home for like two months
Popped so many Perkies, that's my early-morning boot up
AR or the 30, I don't know which one to choose from
I was locked up, makin' niggas give they food up
(It's Bankroll, baby)
[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
I wish my life was perfect
I ain't out lookin' for love 'cause that bitch really hurt me
Been goin' up, got all them fuck niggas out my circle
Fuck is a hundred bands? I'm spendin' that shit on my wrist
You don't think I live that life? Guess I'ma have to show you
Lil' Will died, he couldn't get rich 'fore he turned thirty
Can't afford to crash out when your life perfect
I can't let these niggas get me, bitch, I feel immortal
5 doin' time, ain't gotta question, know I got my brother
Them older niggas from the hood still think they run shit
I'm gon' catch him in the lot just like he killed Will
YBN 4L, this shit for life and can't no nigga fuck with me
'Member he put that bitch on him, damn, that was my young nigga
I don't think he gon' snitch on me, so I still fuck with him
Play it cool, you know the rules, boy
He ain't think I was finna get him, made my move on him
You say you 'bout that life, right? Nigga, do somethin'
Ain't left town, but gettin' new money
Don't come outside without that bitch, take your jewels from you
Thought he got away, oh yeah, my nigga out the roof bustin'
Thirty wasn't enough, that's why I ride around with two of 'em
Passed niggas up, I only been home for like two months
Popped so many Perkies, that's my early-morning boot up
AR or the 30, I don't know which one to choose from
I was locked up, makin' niggas give they food up
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