Fredy - BANKROLL lyrics
[Fredy - BANKROLL lyrics]
Let the colors paint the canvas
All you’ll see is madness
They don’t fuck with me
But they steady on my tip
Had to be a standout
They asking for a handout
I can’t trust no fake
'cause I swear these bitches snake
Ballin’ like I’m Kobe, shawty, she a phony
Fuck her for the night, yuh
Got Benji’s in my mind (What?)
No, we do not play, bitch
I’m all about my bread
Get the fuck outta my face
I put shawty on the map
Now she’s dancing on my laps
Fucking with ‘chu for the gram
Put ‘chu in the friend zone
Stop hitting my phone
'cause you know I ain’t gon’ answer
Shawty, she a stoner, fucking with a loner
She in love with drugs
So you know she off the perc
Smoking on that train wreck to
Get me out my head
She keep tryna give me neck, damn
I can’t feel my face
I got bitches on my line
But you know I can’t decide
Yeah, you won’t get a reply
‘Cause the money, yeah, it’s calling
You know I can’t deny
We just fucking for the night
‘cause I gotta catch a flight
Let the colors paint the canvas
All you’ll see is madness
They don’t fuck with me
But they steady on my tip
Had to be a standout
They asking for a handout
I can’t trust no fake
'cause I swear these bitches snake
Ballin’ like I’m Kobe, shawty, she a phony
Fuck her for the night, yuh
Got Benji’s in my mind (What?)
No, we do not play, bitch
I’m all about my bread
Get the fuck outta my face
All you’ll see is madness
They don’t fuck with me
But they steady on my tip
Had to be a standout
They asking for a handout
I can’t trust no fake
'cause I swear these bitches snake
Ballin’ like I’m Kobe, shawty, she a phony
Fuck her for the night, yuh
Got Benji’s in my mind (What?)
No, we do not play, bitch
I’m all about my bread
Get the fuck outta my face
I put shawty on the map
Now she’s dancing on my laps
Fucking with ‘chu for the gram
Put ‘chu in the friend zone
Stop hitting my phone
'cause you know I ain’t gon’ answer
Shawty, she a stoner, fucking with a loner
She in love with drugs
So you know she off the perc
Smoking on that train wreck to
Get me out my head
She keep tryna give me neck, damn
I can’t feel my face
I got bitches on my line
But you know I can’t decide
Yeah, you won’t get a reply
‘Cause the money, yeah, it’s calling
You know I can’t deny
We just fucking for the night
‘cause I gotta catch a flight
Let the colors paint the canvas
All you’ll see is madness
They don’t fuck with me
But they steady on my tip
Had to be a standout
They asking for a handout
I can’t trust no fake
'cause I swear these bitches snake
Ballin’ like I’m Kobe, shawty, she a phony
Fuck her for the night, yuh
Got Benji’s in my mind (What?)
No, we do not play, bitch
I’m all about my bread
Get the fuck outta my face