Sal Capone - Bankroll Lyrics

Huh
Yeah
Aye where's my double cup yuh heard?
Yeah, here we go

Bitch got big on a bankroll
Blowing out booth through my nose hole
Sal Capone take your damn soul
I will take your damn soul
Dumb bitch trippin on some other shit
I just hit me another lick
Go head grab yo trap stick
Man I take em out like a picnic
Man I ain't get it no more
Man I ain't tripping no more
Man I ain't trying no more
Man I drop em to the floor
Put 100 bans in my left hand
Got the chopper right in the right hand
I get the bag like some contraband
Then I ship it off to my other man

Just collect money and pesos
Diamonds on my neck fly solo
All black wearing a polo
Send command they just go
Catching catfish like a damn pro
And I got 40 something boatload
Of that stanky bitch
What you didn't know tho
Counting my bread on the low bro
Ain't got money where your bread yo
Stacking up up on that dirty snow
Then I go back to the studio
Bitch you ain't got it got it
Bitch you ain't bout it bout it
Bitch I don't do no jibber jabber
Bitch all I know is flipper flapper
Come on and taste a flavor
Got candy canes you can savor
You ain't even gotta pay for
Already got too much paper

Bitch got big on a bankroll
Blowing out booth through my nose hole
Sal Capone take your damn soul
I will take your damn soul
Dumb bitch trippin on some other shit
I just hit me another lick
Go head grab yo trap stick
Man I take em out like a picnic
Man I ain't get it no more
Man I ain't tripping no more
Man I ain't trying no more
Man I drop em to the floor
Put 100 bans in my left hand
Got the chopper right in the right hand
I get the bag like some contraband
Then I ship it off to my other man