Yeah, yeah
Bitch, my bankroll stay blue
Uh, trapping like a fool
Bitch, I'm Paid in Full
Pop a Tesla bean, I pull up in a space coupe
Don't run up on me, that shit painful
Hopped up out the panoramic, pulled up in a dang coupe
Run up on me, ima show you what that thang do
Ima cop a bag on everything I do
I be making plays, I be making moves
Uh, wait, uh, who are you
My choppa go bang, that shit go do-do-do
High of a boot, I pulled up, Maserati coupe
Connected with the plug, I stay in the loop
My shooter on go, he stay ready to shoot
Got your bitch with me, she give head in the coupe
Told that pack to go, I tell it what to do
I get more money than you, bitch I'm better than you
All my hundreds blue, I got blood on my shoes
I run through a pack, I road-run in a coupe
Ima show these fools what this money gonna do
Rock Tommy Hilfiger and Tommy the Tool
I be spitting facts, I be telling the truth
Strapped up with Berettas, at your head, I'm gon shoot
I got that good Molly, got that gas boot (yeah)
Yeah, I just did on them cause I had to
Running up on me gonna be your last move
14k my gold and VVS my jewels
F*ck what they said to do, yeah, I'm breaking the rules
Got my bracelet at a lake and my chain at a pool
Keep it real, I ain't doing no faking with you
Pull up on your shit, ima take it straight to you
VVS, we can ice-skate on my jewels
Shooter trained to go, he gonna do what he trained to do
Getting money what I do and ima stay doing it
Stay geeked up, bitch, I stay booted
I ain't even have to say it, I pulled up, they knew it
The choppa ate his soul, the choppa laid into him
Run up on me, ima show you what that thang do
Ima cop a bag on everything I do
Dravida X - Bankroll (feat. James Hustle) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Bitch, my bankroll stay blue
Uh, trapping like a fool
Bitch, I'm Paid in Full
Pop a Tesla bean, I pull up in a space coupe
Don't run up on me, that shit painful
Hopped up out the panoramic, pulled up in a dang coupe
Run up on me, ima show you what that thang do
Ima cop a bag on everything I do
I be making plays, I be making moves
Uh, wait, uh, who are you
My choppa go bang, that shit go do-do-do
High of a boot, I pulled up, Maserati coupe
Connected with the plug, I stay in the loop
My shooter on go, he stay ready to shoot
Got your bitch with me, she give head in the coupe
Told that pack to go, I tell it what to do
I get more money than you, bitch I'm better than you
All my hundreds blue, I got blood on my shoes
I run through a pack, I road-run in a coupe
Ima show these fools what this money gonna do
Rock Tommy Hilfiger and Tommy the Tool
I be spitting facts, I be telling the truth
Strapped up with Berettas, at your head, I'm gon shoot
I got that good Molly, got that gas boot (yeah)
Yeah, I just did on them cause I had to
Running up on me gonna be your last move
14k my gold and VVS my jewels
F*ck what they said to do, yeah, I'm breaking the rules
Got my bracelet at a lake and my chain at a pool
Keep it real, I ain't doing no faking with you
Pull up on your shit, ima take it straight to you
VVS, we can ice-skate on my jewels
Shooter trained to go, he gonna do what he trained to do
Getting money what I do and ima stay doing it
Stay geeked up, bitch, I stay booted
I ain't even have to say it, I pulled up, they knew it
The choppa ate his soul, the choppa laid into him
Run up on me, ima show you what that thang do
Ima cop a bag on everything I do
Bitch, my bankroll stay blue
Uh, trapping like a fool
Bitch, I'm Paid in Full
Pop a Tesla bean, I pull up in a space coupe
Don't run up on me, that shit painful
Hopped up out the panoramic, pulled up in a dang coupe
Run up on me, ima show you what that thang do
Ima cop a bag on everything I do
I be making plays, I be making moves
Uh, wait, uh, who are you
My choppa go bang, that shit go do-do-do
High of a boot, I pulled up, Maserati coupe
Connected with the plug, I stay in the loop
My shooter on go, he stay ready to shoot
Got your bitch with me, she give head in the coupe
Told that pack to go, I tell it what to do
I get more money than you, bitch I'm better than you
All my hundreds blue, I got blood on my shoes
I run through a pack, I road-run in a coupe
Ima show these fools what this money gonna do
Rock Tommy Hilfiger and Tommy the Tool
I be spitting facts, I be telling the truth
Strapped up with Berettas, at your head, I'm gon shoot
I got that good Molly, got that gas boot (yeah)
Yeah, I just did on them cause I had to
Running up on me gonna be your last move
14k my gold and VVS my jewels
F*ck what they said to do, yeah, I'm breaking the rules
Got my bracelet at a lake and my chain at a pool
Keep it real, I ain't doing no faking with you
Pull up on your shit, ima take it straight to you
VVS, we can ice-skate on my jewels
Shooter trained to go, he gonna do what he trained to do
Getting money what I do and ima stay doing it
Stay geeked up, bitch, I stay booted
I ain't even have to say it, I pulled up, they knew it
The choppa ate his soul, the choppa laid into him
Run up on me, ima show you what that thang do
Ima cop a bag on everything I do
Writer: Davyn Noel, James Hustle
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid