BankRolls (feat. Young Dolph) - Yrh Yung Trill

Yeah, yeah Uh-huh Bah-bah, bah-bah (let the BandPlay) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go, go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (for real, though) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light I'm on full but a nigga still hungry though (gimme that) Told my nigga, "Stack yo' paper, bitches come and go" (run it up) Bad bitch super ratchet when she on the road (hate to see it) He just got a dub, said he need 20 more (pull up) 80 bags of gas, I just got a box (yeah, yeah) Cut it open, take it straight to the block (yeah, yeah) Give me a weekend, I'ma turn it to a drop The type of nigga turn your sister house to the spot (trap) I'ma pay her bills and fuck her every now and then (uh) He need 30 of 'em, my country boy in town again (uh) She said she wanna fuck me bad, but this time with her friend (uh) He said he wanna join the gang, but I won't let 'em in (uh, the fuck) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go, go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (for real, though) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light Yeah, everywhere I go (yeah) You know I got the thin', right? (Yeah, yeah) (you know) Everythin' froze, everythin' on me ice (yeah, yeah), yeah You know how it go, I drop a body before a dime, yeah Everybody know I still be fuckin' niggas' wives (yeah-yeah) Look, cold-hearted bastard (cold) South Memphis nigga, but my jewelry from Alaska (uh, uh) (bling) Fuckin' up the engine, drove the foreign like a NASCAR (uh, uh) (skrrt) Rollin' sticky-icky and I'm sippin' high like NASA, uh, yeah, I'm up That's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Glock with your main bitch I be makin' plays on top of plays like I ain't rich (yeah, yeah) I just had a talk with God, and gang about a couple shit (uh-huh) Never on no sucker shit (uh-huh), lately, I been on fuck shit Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (yeah, yeah, yeah) (bitch) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go) (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (bah) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (green light)

Yeah Yeah YSL Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign Bitch don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning Suck that dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' warden She runnin' away from my weed like it farted She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank I cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like Tank I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain (5 star mothafucka) Baby can you feel my pain? All my diamonds need to be drained I got a gangsta bitch that's gon' bang And I got racks up, I can't complain And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange And all I gotta do is reserve your brains And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gon hang Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on Walk in the room and I cut the lights on Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit This that real nigga Paper Route, YSL shit Never loved a bitch but I love money In the church payin' my tithes with drug money Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill" Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill My mama always told me dress to kill My uncle always told me pack the steel That nigga Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha From a motherfuckin' other, I'ma show you how to make magic The fuck is you mad at? Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties I said, "Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at? Fuck that, where your friends at?" Dammit Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now