Famous Dex, Jay Furr - BankRoll lyrics

I run it up, got a big ass bankroll
I ain't no yes man, hell nah I can't go
Ben Franklin my best friend
That's what I bank on

I get me a back-end, I get me a front-end
Oo I push a barbradum
Heard your lil bitch wanna lay low
She sucking my dick on her tippie-toes
Huh but wait, I got that cake in the make
You run up, get shot in your face
Huh I feelhagood today

Bitch I feel good today
I bust me a jug today i wish you would today
Bitch we gon slide through your hood today
We gon spin off my shooter do what I say so
If I send em at you then it's case closed

Fuck your lil bitch, she a a-hole
I get the money then I lay low
Pull up to your party with a Draco
I can not fuck with no fake hoe
Most of these niggas be copying my wave
Oo that shit just be old
Oo put coke in your nose
I fuck your lil bitch and she gotta go
Huh yea that Glock on me
Huh I'm never lackin homie
Huh oo turn a nigga to a bacon
Matter fact turn to bologna
Huh yeah cook him
I got the money you a rookie
Huh, what? I'm in LA bitch
I'm smokin on Cookie
Fuck your lil bitch in her mouth
She want the dick in her mouth
Oo I get the money, I'm gone
Huh and I'm from South-
-Side of Chicago, huh oo
You know how that go
Everybody got them 30s and
50s and Glocks, Ha, 30s with extendos
Bitch, yeah, ha, say
Everybody got them Glocks and extendos
I used to can't get a window
Wait now I don't do it no more
Oo I get the money everyday
Bitch I'm sellin out shows ohManGoddman!
Know what I'm talkin bout? Sellin out shows
I ain't even gon lie to you
I can't lie to you, Dexter!
Let's go, let's go, let's go bitch!

Bitch we outside with them
Glocks and them sticks
Nigga run up and get shot in his shit
These diamonds on me, bitch
I walk like a lick
But don't think it's a go
You try me and get hit
And your bitch in my section
She trynna get lit
I don't like Smith & Wesson
I don't like how it kick
When I pour up the red, take me on a trip
You gon get shot in your head
Not socked in your lip
This nigga mad, he throwin a fit
I got a bag out your hoe, now I'm over it
We takin phones at the door
So she ain't postin shit
Nigga don't want no smoke he
Just posin and shit
Diamonds on me lookin frozen and shit
I spend in a day what you spend on your rent
Drop your location you know you
Will get spit on
You diss on occasions, you not with the shit