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rhymewords - bank roll ( lyrics

[chorus: rich the kid]
say she wanna do it for a bankroll
pull up to the trap at the back door
ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
baby just do it for a bankroll
say she wanna do it for a bankroll
pull up to the trap at the back door
ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
baby just do it for a bankroll

[post-chorus: rich the kid]
bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
i bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
i bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

[verse 1: rich chigga]
yeah, uh
bankroll city pay slow
everybody on the payroll under control
every twenty minutes change clothes
shout out my boy post only that
you wanna say go if you say so, uh
run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
looking like a pimp but i got one hoe
try to shut me up and i say h-ll no
never switching up, only switch up flows
bling blau, honey on the carousel
she get looking at me now
and she hit me when in town
she thirsty like she in a drought
does she want to f-ck no doubt
living life like a king
i ain’t even got a crown, ay
hundred bands, hundred bands
hold up b-tch i got hundred thousand in my pillow case
you can try me run it with the nike
but you’ll never do it in my pace
hundred racks, hundred racks
hold up hoe, this is my first time in the states
my aura so bright but my bars so dark
you would think you wanna sack up face

[verse 2: wyllable]
i possess many bankroll
and the headphones as i keep prankcallin’
chicks go west, women gang falls in
love, f-ck hoes’ -ss on trampoline
what i’ma do is to sw-ng, ball
and party, they call me ken doll
tease a b-tch with my sk-nk troll
deliberately smash her ankles
smack, maul and drag tall hoes
’cause they actually fake thralls
when the maids bawl, play song of this f-ckin’ man named jake paul
until that small (that small) ear bleeds and slap ’em to the blank wall
stab all -sshole’s’ dang skulls
hit ’em p-ss-es like ejectin’ aang’s soul

[verse 3: rephrase]
my face is smeared with no eggrolls
2 fingers in her v-g-n- like a chopstick
solo s-xist at her best, i snuffle the sperm stain on her pink
polo necks, stick it in her p-ssy like a coin
call it vending machine for gigolo cheques
your ovary’s lit one, swear to god, #yolo
next, [beep] grace vanderwaal while she was drinkin’ vodka
whipped her b-tt with her sport bra
but she did ballet with polka
just pulled out these ho’s brown nipples, lookin’ like w-lly wonka
bleeded then blacked out ’cause she used that d-ld- ’til it conked out
(get in bunker, motherf-cker!)

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