(Hook: YFN Lucci)

I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold

I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go

I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole

I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow

And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe

Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe

Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show

These ain’t release shit they not in the store

(Verse 1: YFN Lucci)

Yo I’m cleaning hair like dish detergent

Space cadette like [?] said

Bad bitch give me rooster nail

I’m in love with that chicken head

Pound cake I need thicker bread no blue cheese

Money talk like Jackie Chan, I kick a brick like Bruce Lee

My blood’s bigger than 2 Bs

[?] on my flow seat

And yo flow like somedays

That shit is so weak

I shine hard like gold teeth

Name another young nigga better

I go hard like constipation

You die real get your shit together

Me and money go sit together

Fine bitch I’m a dime snatcher

I’d rob you to get my quarter back

Tryna get a sack like a linebacker

I just took a nigga girlfriend

Me and her have a ton of fun

I nut in her eyeball so she can see where I’m coming from

Yeah, Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll

All these racks on me they can’t fold

These new addition you can’t find these in the stores

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hook: YFN Lucci)

I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold (it can’t fold)

I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go

I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole

I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow

And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe

Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe

Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show

These ain’t release shit they not in the store

(Verse 2: Yamine)

All these fuck niggas always talk about my raps (they do)

All these fuck niggas always talkin all that smack (so true)

Till they lay a verse then ya’ll know it’s all wraps (wack)

Mines all official, while yours soundcloud trash (FACTS)

I walk by with a big ruger

I give ya dreams like Freddy Kruger (yeah bro)

I took yo bitch man she’s a cougar

Freaky ass hell a mistress tooler (yeah hoe)

Yamine got them toys and I don’t know which to use (don’t know)

An Uzi or a Glock .45 no it’s cool (yeah)

I ain’t no bitch I throw straight hands

If a nigga run up he end up dead

Better watch yo mouth my streets is fed

They’d come for yo ass so fast I got the bread

Niggas straight trippin

False-claim tricked Crippin

He a damn lie ain’t nobody in his kitchen

I’m 5 star BLOOD GANG straight drippin

If you fucking with me man them bullets will start rippin (hoe)

(Interlude: Yamine)

Pussy ass niggas, ya’ll don’t know shit bitch ass nigga, fuck nigga!

(Hook: YFN Lucci)

I keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold

I got some shooters in an Uber trained to go

I got some fishscale jumpin out the pole

I’m [?] deep off the trap I’m serving blow

And I be fresh as hell and clean from head to toe

Stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe

Yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show

These ain’t release shit they not in the store