G MAYY - Bankroll

I'm the man in the city
Got a plan for the city
Just wait on that day I'ma blow
Money motivated might roll a white paper
Might serve a few fiends with the blow
Working overtime with this shit I'ma stand out
Killed a few beats now a nigga got fans now
Pussy ass niggas always trying to stand up
You a bitch and you pissed so go ahead sit down
Now I got a lot of dough niggas on the road
Six months ago we was sleeping on the floor
Now I'm doing shows I can never ever fold
If a pussy nigga try me swear to god that's on my soul
Thick little bitch she bad with her ass out
You the type of nigga to run and put the word out
But word on the block you back flipping them birds now
Bitches they will set you up just so they can take you down
If you ain't getting money you a hating nigga woah
Lately I been counting up this paper nigga woah
Everybody said I wouldn't make it nigga woah
Only took a little bit of patience nigga woah
Twitter talking beef pussy ass nigga that's a typo
Now I'm pissed off like Michael
Razor blade to ya neck with your eyes closed
Dumb droid bitch still hit me on the iPhone
With a trifold I remember days
When niggas had to borrow money for them dinner days
Now I chauffeur through the city with the lemonade
Always kept it real because they keep it fake
I been focused on the commas and my database
Niggas talk that talk but can you walk that walk
I'm a boss and I pay that cost
Shawty all in my bed gone take that off
If I ever took a lost bet I bounce back
Ass so phat watch it bounce back
Did a little wrong now I'm back on the right track
Life so dark always wondered where the lights at
Never did I know do a little rap mixed with a little trap
I keep money on my mind
Bitch I stay up on my grind
If we ain't talking money hoe don't waste my time
If I'm caught with the 9 let them know I ain't a 6
Or a snitch or bitch
If you try to play me like a bitch
I bet I pull up with the sticks
Name a young boss like this
Wave from Alabama all the way to the 6
If I ever shoot I never miss
Think twice before you diss
Married to the game Ben Frank on my wrist
Foreign chick wanna take a kodak flick
Freak a bad bitch in a crop top
Cooking up dope in a croc pot
Serve a few fiends with this top notch
Boy you really think your a hot shot
But I assume not your not from the boondocks
We ain't even have no bed
We ain't even have no bread
Niggas ain't have no clothes
Sleeping in the cold mama always kept us fed
But here I go again time to focus in
Rhyme flow so sickening
Focused on dividends crippling all of your ligaments
My shit be sizzling froze up you shivering
I be the plug fuck a middleman what was you picturing
Your not yourself man you must just be snickering
My diamonds glistening
They just be talking that bullshit but no one is listening
I had to get the cake up
Then I came up with the plan have a milli in a year or so
I'm the man in the city
Got little itty bitty titty white bitch twerking in my videos
Case closed if I say so
Only focused on the pesos
I got a bitch from my past that I should forgive but fuck you again
I'm fixing to roll up again
I'm fixing to pour up again
I got this dough it just be me and my friends
We finna to toast up again
I got that bankroll I got that bankroll
I got that bankroll I got that bankroll
I'm fixing to roll up again
I'm fixing to pour up again
I got this dough it just be me and my friends
We fixing to toast up again
I got that bankroll I got that bankroll
I got that bankroll I got that bankroll

Written by:
Garrett May

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