Bank Roll (Part 2) [feat. Big Head & Webbie]

Whip yo' shit out, ****, let a **** know how you get it

****, get yo' bank roll

Now ever since I could remember hit me hard, so

Growin' up, all I wanted was a bank roll

The **** with the bank roll get the fine hoes

The purple Jeep, cruisin' bows, you know how it goes

While y'all was savin' up for Savers

I was tryna get a knot

Front the Foot Locker at seven o'clock

I finna shop

Let's get it, never stop tickin'

I get swole

Pick that shit up

Take it now, don't fold

Rubber band man at ten years old

Washin' cars, doin' whatever

Tryin' come up on some cheddar

Lee Lucas just wrote a letter

Get ya bank roll

You only live once

I had to thank though

Back in high school, man, I was walkin' round fat

Own crib, own whip, and I could whip that crack, mane

Paper moves weight, ****, they put me in it

Now I walk around the Southside with like twenty

Actin' bad in my section with my heat in hand

Can't even do my lil dance from this knot in my pants

Made a promise to my mama to retire, now I honor

I'ma get that bank roll till my eyes glow, whoa

Bank roll

Go get it, shorty tryna get a

Me, I was tryna get a

Bank roll

Everybody wan' a bank roll

****, get yo' bank roll

Go get it, ****

Shorty tryna get a

Gangsta music, ****

See, I was tryna get a

Bank roll

Trilly and T, Young Samish, ****

Look

Shoulda seen how I growed up

E'erybody act the same way

Let's go and try and make it back the same day

Ain't nothin', I'ma call my dawg, boo, if I ain't straight

Like let me hold fifty, um, till like later on today

I'm just shittin' on these imitation ****, claim name

'Bout it, gangsta shit pop off, wouldn't pop a damn brain

Damn, **** blowed up

That was a down on a G

Now we got the throws up

Comin' down your damn street

Better put your hoes up

I'll snatch your damn piece

Go and make a freak scared

****, every damn sweep

I got that work cheap

You a bitch, you scare me

Better go to plan C

Or plan B, was playin' me

Told me get my habits straight

If I wan' touch the Grammys

As long as my family straight

Mane, fuck the Grammys

You ain't tryna hand me a Rollie

You ain't tryin' air me

A motherfuckin' thang, hand a motherfuckin' weed

****, get yo' bank roll

Go get it, ****

Shorty tryna get a

We all tryna get a

Bank roll

Everybody wan' a bank roll

****, get yo' bank roll

Go get it, ****

Shorty tryna get a

We all tryna get a

Bank roll

Look, it ain't my fault

I grew up too fast

I'm from the streets

Where they made **** up the cash

I got it hard, but I ain't gon' bring up the past

Bank rolls, make hoes fuck up the ass

School rules made a **** say, "Fuck the class"

I can hustle on the block, and tuck the stash

A **** whip actin' fast, so I had to act

Took my lick, I was sick, but I'm free at last

And I got a new hustle, and some new muscle

Trill ****, a tussle

You **** in trouble

Bank roll on bubble, like Nutty Professor

Gotta take it to the bank, can't keep it in the dresser

You paid, they think mo'

You broke, they think less

A she forgot about God and need me to bless her

If you got your bread strong, go on, ball, my ****

I can't wait to give a bank roll to all my ****

****, get your bank roll

Go get it, ****

Shorty tryna get a

We all tryna get a

Bank roll

Everybody wan' a bank roll

****, get yo' bank roll

Go get it, ****

Shorty tryna get a

We all tryna get a

Bank roll