Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never you
What you on? I got some family on The Alameda
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a bitch live on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden
My uncle 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking the type of shit I never do
I'm from the east side, you what kind of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold in Woodlawn
I know some niggas down the hill got it for the low
I live in Bird City, nigga you know
And I go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up
And if you fuck a bitch you better strap up
shit'll get you and your niggas clapped up
We with the shits, you pussy niggas not act up
My nigga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle
My nigga died, he ain't it to see 23
I got a bitch that work up Norma's and pussy wet
And every day she catchin' to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin' tryna get the up out the 'jects
But that ain't of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of in my city, half you niggas wack
And I ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ they bring this back
I been a G kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never a dumb hoe
She live on Monroe but she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never love 'em, we be sharin'
Cause all these Instagram famous bitches clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
Cause all these bitches wanted was your bankroll
Someone go and the DJ they should bring this back
Someone go and the DJ they should bring this back
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was bankroll
I'm a bankroll
You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain't
The trenches love me so it ain't I can't go
We never lackin' and we love to let them show
We let them go
I'm talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my
With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour
out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you
Used to in alleyways, we was duckin' them dirty needles
I swear the city ain't the since we lost Swift
She'll forever, to the city she was God's gift
We showed the we ain't with none of that nonsense
These other rappers lackin' soul, got no content
I rep the struggle, I know you hate me, fuck it, I love you
me bubble, we done up with the rod so they in trouble
I fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle
I ain't never had shit but a dream, now I see
Someone go and tell the DJ should bring this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop after stank hoes"
Cause all bitches ever wanted was your bankroll