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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Andrew Sims
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Andrew Sims
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Andrew Sims
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Bankrolls
Tell me what time the bank close
Deposits, I got it
20s and 50s and hundos
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Bad bitch, in my passenger seat She be matching with me
We be packing that heat
Don't make us
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Reload, unload, reload, unload, reload
Don't give a damn about Kendrick Lamar or Drake
Rich people problems
Fuck what they thought today
****, I'm tryna make sure tomorrow's straight
Just fed my daughter the water on frosted flakes
Leftovers for lunch, I'm scraping them off the plate
We all gonna walk if the car don't and start today
She normally call, ain't heard from mom today
Been slipping away, hope she ain't with God today
I do not worship the money
I just feel worse with no money
Coming to work feeling bummy From how I gotta work for the money
When I can just cook me a beat And get paid in one day what I Make slaving in a week
They hating straight capping til I decapitate them
And leave their head by their feet
Get cut off like we energies
You on the curb, we in the street When I say we, I mean just me
Cause you know there ain't no
I in team
But there is a M and an E
To my enemies
There's no inner peace
They already know that
I'm finna eat
Got a meal on the stove
**** let's feast
I got them
Bankrolls
Tell me what time the bank close
Deposits, I got it
20's and 50's and hundos
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Bad bitch in my passenger seat She be matching with me
We be packing that heat, don't make us
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
I name all of my pistols
And all of my cars
Just by how they sound
I can tell what they are
I got a selection of broads, but
I don't be pressing them broads
I just be pressing accept
After selecting withdraw
I'm on my own time
I don't be messing with y'alls
But the second you get out of line
That's when the weapon get drawn
I am not a gangster
I'm a civilian
Raising both of my children
Bout to bring down some millions
Up til then, I'ma keep making beats
Just to break them
In the booth right now
Looking like Jason
Machete ready
Swipe to your belly
I can't have you losing lunch, What's that spaghetti
I told you ****, I'm hungry
Keep a menu on me
Silverware for the beef
You gon' be pouring out for your homies
I think I'm sick in the head, Yeah
I gotta twitch when I say it, Yeah
Wake up and talk to ourselves in The mirror like we gotta get to That bread, Yeah
I'm busy chasing the green Sometimes I leave my
Queen on read yeah
She probably thinking I'm dead, Yeah
Money calling, no texting
Bankrolls
Tell me what time the bank close
Deposits, I got it
20s and 50s and hundos
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Bad bitch in my passenger seat
She be matching with me
We be packing that heat
Don't make us
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Reload, unload
Reload, unload, reload
Bankrolls, tell me what time the bank close
Written by: Patrick Andrew Sims