Bank Rolls (Remix)

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm from Baltimore

You say you was, I never seen you

What part you on, I got some family on the Alameda

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

My name good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly

I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she love them killers

When I re-up I hit hit my partner, them in Garden Village

My uncle Jimmy round the corner on the avenue

You baller blocking, that's the type of shit I never do

I'm from the east side, you know what kind of shit I'm on

But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in Woodlawn

I know some **** down the hill that got it for the low

I live in Bird City, ****, you already know

And I don't go nowhere unless a **** strapped up

And if you fuck a Morgan bitch, you better strap up

Talking shit'll get you and your **** clapped up

We with the shits, you pussy **** better not act up

My ****, Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle street

My **** died, he ain't make it to see twenty three

I got a bitch that work up Norma's and that pussy wet

And everyday she catching hers to get to Lafayette

She said she stripping trying to get the fuck up out the jets

But that ain't none of my business

I'm just tryna get the net

A lot of rappers in my city, half you ****'s wack

And I ain't never been a bitch, I'm keeping shit a stack

Aye, someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back

I been a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks

I swear to God, I could never love a dumb ho

She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe

See, all my **** never love 'em, we be sharing those

'Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharing clothes

My mama told me, boy stop chasing after stank ho

'Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

My mama told me, boy stop chasing after stank ho

'Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll

I bought a bank roll

You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain't know

The trenches love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go

We never lacking and we love to let them things show

We let them things go

I'm talking Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my people

With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour diesel

Stealing out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you

Used to play in alleyways, we was ducking them dirty needles

I swear the city ain't the same since we lost Swift

She'll live forever, to the city she was God's gift

We showed the police we ain't with none of that nonsense

These other rappers lacking soul, ain't got no content

I rep the struggle, I know that you hate me

Fuck it, I love you, watch me bubble

Then got up with raw, so they in trouble

I don't fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle

I ain't never had shit but a dream, now I see them

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me

My mama told me, boy stop chasing after stank ho

'Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll

Aye, yeah