Nard & B - Bankroll lyrics

[Hook] Bankroll got me still limping mm hmm I'm still walking in the trenches mm hmm And I'm out here still getting it mm hmm And I'm out here still with it mm hmm (x2) [Verse 1] Ok [?] in the kitchen uh huh My brother died in the kitchen uh huh 30 on my extension boom boom Strapped up like I'm on a mission, n***a move I put my mans on, Imma let him call you Now cut them fans on, Dry that f**ing dog food And my n***a got them crips that make me bang like I do And my b**h she got them lips that make me sang like I do Ok I'm dressed up like my daddy, Balling, But no Carlton Singing like I'm f**ing Marvin, This ain't no Marvin You gon' need a f**ing caution I brought the mob in 223. AK PK HK SK and Carbines [Hook] [Verse 2] Ok Bankroll busting out my pocket, I still wear a wallet I don't trust nobody, I don't f**ing trust nobody I only f** with brothers and partners that keep it solid Shout out to my mama I got it, I keep it solid I tell you I'm really sorry 'bout me not going to college I tell you mama I got it, I promise mama I got it This music got me on top And these streets they gave me my knowledge And if I say I got it, Then damn it that mean I got it I tell you I'm going get it, Be patient we going shopping My brother them still be robbing And CostaNotra we mobbing I'm finally in the building I get a piece of the pie I'm sorry I'm not that phony I'm sorry I'm not that guy But f** em [Hook]