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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
Vocals
Tyree Neal
Tyree Neal
Guitar
Big Head
Big Head
Vocals
Webbie
Webbie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Rome
Bruce Rome
Songwriter
Deshawn Johnson
Deshawn Johnson
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
W. Gradney
W. Gradney
Songwriter
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Bj
Bj
Producer

Lyrics

Whip your shit out, nigga, let a nigga know how you get it Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Now ever since I could remember, it been hard, so Growing up, all I wanted was a bankroll The nigga with the bankroll, get the fine hoes The purple Jeeps, Druze, and Vols, on them all golds While y'all was saving up for sales, I was trying to get a knot Front the Foot Locker at Stella McClock, I'm finna shop Let's get it non-stop till your knot gets swole Keep that shit up till your knot don't fold Rubber band man, at ten years old, washing cars, doing whatever Trying to come up on some Chad Elite Lucas, just wrote a letter Get your bankroll, you're the only little one, I had to thank, though Back in high school, man, I was walking around fat Own crib, own whip, and I could whip that crack, man Paid for moves late, niggas, they put me in it Now i walk around n southside with like 20 Acting bad in my section with my heat in hand Can't even do my lit dance from this knot in my pants Made a promise to my mama to the time I'm out I'ma get that bankroll till my eyes close Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll Everybody want bankroll Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll Should've seen how I growed up Everybody act the same way Slow and try and make it back the same day Ain't nothing, I'ma call my dawg, pull a bank straight Like, let me hold 50, til like later on in the day I'm just shitting on these imitation niggas, claim they Bought a gangsta shit, pop out with them, pop a damn break Damn nigga blowed up, never looked down on the G Now we got the doors up, coming down your damn street Better put your hoes up, I'll snatch your damn piece Go and make a freak ass nigga at the damn suite I got that real cheap, you a beast, you scared me Better go to plan C or plan B, what's plan B? Told me get my habits straight up, I won't touch the Grammys As long as my family's straight man, fuck the Grammys You ain't trying to hand me a roll and you ain't trying to hand me A motherfucking thang and a motherfucking weed Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll Look, it ain't my fault, I grew up too fast Up from the streets, but they made niggas up to cash I got it hard but I ain't gonna bring up the past Bang rolls make cold hoes up the ass School rules made a nigga say fuck the class I can hustle on the block and tuck the stash A nigga with an acting pass so I had to crash Took my lick, I was sick but I'm free at last And I got a new hustle and some new muscle Trio niggas a tussle, you niggas in trouble Bang roll on bubble like Nutty Professor Gotta take it to the bank, can't keep it on the dresser You paid they think more, you broke they think lesser She forgot about God and need me to bless her If you got your bread strong, go and ball my nigga I can't wait to give a bankroll to all my niggas Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga) Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll
Writer(s): Bruce Rome, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, Deshawn Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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