Luyện nghe bài hát Bankroll

[Hook: Rich Quan]
Got a Pocket full of Hundreds and a closet of clothes
With a full of hoes and they trippin'
And I know some partners and they throwed with some shawty by the door
With some killer niggas by the kitchen
And all my got a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em'
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em' All my niggas keep a bankroll, bankroll, on em'
I can't go without no bankroll on me

[Verse 1: Gucci
I got yo Ho on the you know my unc on dope
A lil' short hand chopper my peacoat
So how these hoes gon' stop the guap when the can't stop
I dropped my Iphone it and my top subtracted
And i spend my money
I got on diamond rings like your pastor
I was round with bricks in my trunk man
Same year Jordan dropped the jumped man
I was in the county tomp by the bunk man
[?] I gives a
Sellin gram gram never credit card scam
Want some credit let a nigga hold your credit mam
Give me ass and mouth so I call the bitch P.A.M
Since Im saving all my money you me young S.A.M
I been serving niggas debbie a very young man
Got a stash box with a gun in my damn van

[Verse 2: Scooter]
4g auto 8 im on a high speed chase
200 on the interstate cause I can't catch no
Tryna hit up gucci but he won't pick up the phone
like El Chapo we can't loose no loads
I like to stack my money up I stand bankroll
36 in the brick I add 4 more
Thats a 40 brick you get it for 24
Old school magic I no look past dope
I drop a brick just like buffalo just T.O
I ain't never seen drop bricks out the float
Old school G.T.O bricks stuffed in the
And I don't at red lights everything is a go

[Verse 3: Fresh]
Im a motherfuckin I put that shit on my momma
Got my pistol with me now, you try me, im a gun you
You ain't no you pussy boy you a motherfuckin runner
Fuck the Jury, the judge ,the prosecutor and your
I can cocaine, vacay straight to columbia
Cadillac station wagon all up under
Got em' in, Got em' in, Got em' in,Got em' in
What you wanna spend im ridin' that elephant
From the burg with young niggas they got hearts in then
Im in the streets pussy and no such thang as freinds
I might pull up on your block with a ho block and a fo pot
a fo walk what you wanna car key the door locked
Shooters pop