(Bank Roll after Bank Roll)
You know Youngs slick with it
Agassi with the wrist init
And my ring looking like my drink init
I should throw it In my drink init
And the price don't bother thinking it
At least a half a brick with a drink on it
M3 sport with your bitch in it
Stop acting like a bitch init
And for the come back I said two years it took three
(Had to cop a couple houses)
I've been looking at myself in the mirror like damn who's he
That's Bank Roll Young to you fuckers
Used to stand on the stairs all night with hood dreams
Some starting selling the crack some jugged b
Now everybody's doing balloons some took lean
(Don't know what happened to those niggas)
Some say they trap but ain't got no keys
Some say they bang but ain't got no beef
Some talk about cash but ain't got no P's
(But they do it for the gram like some suckers)
My mother used to cook at the stove and not eat
No choice but to cook at the stove and shot fiends
I did the estate I did the OT
(You know, I had four spots running)
Back when you used to sleep at night
We used to bleach at night
Hop out the ding dong beat on site
And still sleep that night
I made a 100 of Barcs
20 off tide
With the Lloyds you can double that twice
Living in Dubai you wouldn't think I still trap tho
Another 100 off the mango
Still rolling with a badders
And no I ain't taking her to Hakkas
Take her to the club get drunk get bang out
Take her to the spot, might take her to the hang out
This game you can't teach
I'm wavey, still docking yachts by the beach
Are you crazy
Attitude fuck you pay me
Just praying that I make it home safely
(Young)