Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boosie Badass, I'ma send this motherfucker here
To all my **** out there getting bank rolls
Put your motherfucking hands up, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
[Verse 3]
I send this out to my childhood role model, Catamisk, big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, fresh starch your clothes, had all the fine hoes
Every time he took a picture, he pull out his bankroll
I watched and observed, **** taught me how to serve, word
Turnt sixteen I was getting a quarter a bird, big knots in my dickie pants
Had a plug on that weed and had a plug on that cain, I'm off the chain, man
Trell came home, I was on, everything a **** throwed me, it was gone
Lil Ivy taught me bankrolls, fuck a bitch, I got this cain, man
And I got this weed and syrup shit, well let's get rich, I got too many knots
I couldn't put it in a box, six months really, a **** acting silly
Made a hundred fifty when I put it in my mind
I could make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time
[Verse 4]
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hundred G's at a time, ****
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hundred G's at a time, ****
[Verse 5]
I like a bitch with a bank roll, take a **** shopping, got her own shit
Take a **** blocking, you out there popping them pills fucking them stank hoes
Keep it real, you ain't really about your bank roll
You're satisfied, a couple stacks now you're
Straight, plus you drug every day, **** and everyday I spend a thou' cash
So every time money call I gotta bust my ass, I'm on the grind, bitch
Bank roll after bank roll, I ain't playing my ****, I got a mansion my ****
Mel just hit me with a bank roll, T just hit me with a bank roll
But I call 'em back like I need more, so many kids to feed it ain't a game, partner
All of 'em eating good, ask my baby mamas, through all the drama
I'ma shine, I'ma grind at the picture booth with a big bank roll, ****
[Verse 6]
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hundred G's at a time, ****
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hundred G's at a time, ****
[Verse 7]
What up, mister bankroll? Shit, I'm just chilling headed to New York City
Talking about another million, what up mister bankroll? The same thing
Stacking my paper till the game done change, 'cause I love me a bank roll
Fucking right 'cause without it who am I? Make the haters wanna cry
Drive by and homicides have your life cold, **** ain't killing for stripes
They want a bankroll, you want these hoes, you want these clothes, you wanna
Stay fly? Well, get your mind and your money right, right now, all my kids
All of 'em got trust funds, so when they grow up, they can have a little fun
**** on TV stunting at me, you talking Gucci bag money and that's funny to me
When you see me, can't miss me, please don't diss me
'Cause my bankrolls'll have your ass missing, bankroll ****
[Verse 8]
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hundred G's at a time, ****
Bank roll after bank roll
Big money, I like it
Bank roll after bank roll
A million dollars on my mind
Hundred G's at a time, ****
Written by: Bruce Rome, Deshawn Johnson, T Hatch, W. Gradney