Bankroll ft. Yungster Jack Lyrics

Yeah whoa

Jay Dead

Gotta count the bankroll up (bankroll)

Gotta count the bankroll up

Gotta count the bankroll

Gotta count the bankroll up

Gotta count the bankroll up

Like my money sweet, like a Fruit Roll Up

Raw papers or the leaves we still finna roll up

Drop a bean in some Coca Cola

Time is money and I'm only getting older

Cup so muddy, man I hate being sober

Blunt so stuffed smoking dope like I'm Sosa

I just do it like I'm supposed to

I ain't in your shawty room, my name on her poster

I be getting high, life's like a roller coaster

All my bread hot, I just took it out the toaster

But at night it's still so cold

I don't wanna feel all alone

Shawty just pick up the phone

Just need someone to hold

Gotta count the bankroll up

Gotta count the bankroll up

Gotta count the bankroll up

Gotta count the bankroll up

No, I don't give a fuck

You ain't real, we finna call your bluff

You can run up and try your luck

You can run up and try your luck

Go to sleep when the sun come up

Go to sleep when the sun come up

Moonlight in the sky when I wake up

Bad bitch and she look good without makeup

Yeah I got her coochie on my taste buds

And she motivate me to get my cake up

Gotta count the bankroll up

Yeah, I gotta count the bankroll up

Whoa

Whoa (racks)

Whoa bankroll

I got bankroll in my damn pockets

I got money stuffed up in her stockings

She's the type that kiss and tell

Yeah that's not it

I got four different types of currency in my wallet

R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh

Wake up to some head, I feel refreshed

Finger fuck the money in the bed (whoa)

Come out of that bakery, count that bread

Fuck the money counter, I count it myself

Blowing money on some top shelf

Get your own bag, get it yourself

Roll up the money, cocaine getting railed

Pull out my phone, pull out my banking app

You said that you got it but I know it's cap

Money coming three different ways, bout to have a rack attack

I know this money will never stab my ba-ba-back