BankRoll Jay Furr (Ft. Famous Dex)

[Verse 1: Jay Furr]
I run it up, got a big ass bankroll
I ain't no yes man, hell nah I can't go
Ben Franklin my best friend, that's what I bank on

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I get me a back-end, I get me a front-end
Oo I push a barbradum
Heard your lil bitch wanna lay low
She sucking my dick on her tippie-toes
Huh but wait, I got that cake in the make
You run up, get shot in your face
Huh I feel..Ha..good today

[Verse 3: Jay Furr]
Bitch I feel good today
I bust me a jug today
I wish you would today
Bitch we gon slide through your hood today
We gon spin off
My shooter do what I say so, if I send em at you then it's case closed

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Fuck your lil bitch, she a a-hole
I get the money then I lay low
Pull up to your party with a Draco
I can not fuck with no fake hoe
Most of these niggas be copying my wave
Oo that shit just be old
Oo put coke in your nose
I fuck your lil bitch and she gotta go
Huh yea that Glock on me
Huh I'm never lackin homie
Huh oo turn a nigga to a bacon, matter fact turn to bologna
Huh yeah cook him
I got the money you a rookie
Huh, what? I'm in LA bitch I'm smokin on Cookie
Fuck your lil bitch in her mouth
She want the dick in her mouth
Oo I get the money, I'm gone, huh and I'm from South-...
-Side of Chicago, huh oo, you know how that go
Everybody got them .30s and .50s and Glocks, Ha, .30s with extendos
Bitch, yeah, ha, say
Everybody got them Glocks and extendos
I used to can't get a window
Wait now I don't do it no more
Oo I get the money everyday bitch I'm sellin out shows
OhManGoddman!
Know what I'm talkin bout? Sellin out shows I ain't even gon lie to you
I can't lie to you, Dexter!
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Bitch!