Foreign Bankroll (feat. Dre P., Young Scooter, Bankroll Fresh & Rich Homie Quan) E

Zaytoven. What's up, Shriek? Huh. Woo. What's up, y'all? Schoolboy. Picciotto. Chea, chea, chea, chea. What up? P-Mix. And Peezy. No green card, she foreign. Smoke Afghan, it's foreign. Gas. Got three cars, they foreign. Foreign. Now I'm touring foreign. Tour. No passport, she foreign. Brand new drop, it's foreign. She Greek, she Thai, she foreign. She like Armani foreign. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick The bitches on me. 'Cause the Molly on me. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick Murk. The bitches on me 'cause the Molly On me. Got your hoe on the scope. You know my unc' on dope. A little short-hand chopper under my peacoat. So how these hoes gon' stop the guap when The cops can't stop? I drop my iPhone, crack that, and my top Subtracted. And I spend my money faster. I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor. Huh. I was riding 'round with bricks in my Trunk, man. Trunk, Same year Dad John dropped the Junk, man. That. Huh. I was in the county playing tug, Bought a bunk, man. Now I'm in the Lamb' trunk, in the front, I gives a damn. Selling gram after gram, Never credit cards, girl. Want some credit? Let a nigga hold your debit Card, man. Give me pussy, ass, mouth, So I call the bitch Pam. Since I'm saving all my money, you should call Me Young Sam. I been serving niggas damage since A very young man. Got a stash box with a Tommy gun in My damn van. No green card, she foreign. Foreign. Smoke Afghan, it's foreign. Gas. Got three cars, they foreign. Now I'm touring foreign. No passport, she foreign. Brand new drop, it's foreign. Foreign. She Greek, she Thai, she foreign. Foreign. She like Armani foreign. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick The bitches on me. 'Cause the Molly on me. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick Murk. The bitches on me. Shit. 'Cause the Molly on me. I might get hoe in the Sprinter. I did. pour a four up for dinner. I go to Cuba for winters. I smoke and sip and then limbers. I fuck in public, offender, don't talk to public Defenders. Pull up in something offender. My bitch got choppers extended. I took my hoe to Toronto. She sniffed that rosie up there. On camera, she go Madonna. I ate her up like piranhas. I paint a picture with models. I call her Pubii and Caso. He bought a chick, she Sicilian. I engineer her like Dillon. I flew a chick from Tahiti. She brought her friend, she Belizean. I met 'em at the Four Seasons. I ain't been back in four seasons. She said she love to give me money, it's The money she loves. I took the hoe up out the projects, made Her Mexico proud. Peezy. No green card, she foreign. Smoke Afghan, it's foreign. Gas. Got three cars, they foreign. Foreign. Now I'm touring foreign. Tour. No passport, she foreign. Foreign. Brand new drop, it's foreign. She Greek, she Thai, she foreign. She like Armani foreign. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick Murk. The bitches on me. 'Cause the Molly on me. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick Murk. The bitches on me 'cause the Molly On me. Forgiato, straight I'm on a high-speed chase. 200 on the interstate 'cause I can't catch no Case. Trying to hit up Gucci line, but he Won't pick the phone. Thinking like El Chapo, we can't lose no loads. I like to stack my money up, I can't Stand bankroll. 36 ounces in the brick, I add four more. Three That's a 40-ounce brick, you get it for 24. Old school like Magic, I know look past Dope. I drop a brick just like Buffalo just Dropped T. O. I ain't never seen The drop bricks Jump out the floor. Old school GTO, Bricks stuffed in the door. And I don't stop at red lights, everything is A go. No green card, she foreign. Smoke Afghan, it's foreign. Gas. Got three cars, they foreign. Now I'm touring foreign. No passport, she foreign. Brand new drop, it's foreign. She Greek, she Thai, she foreign. Foreign. She like Armani foreign. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick The bitches on me. 'Cause the Molly on me. Got designer on me. Margiela. Cavalli on me. Rick Murk. The bitches on me 'cause the Molly On me. I'm a motherfucking star, Now I put that shit on my mama. Got my pistol with me now, you try me, Bitch, I'm a gunya. You ain't no boss, you A pussy boy. You's a motherfucking runner. Fuck the jury, the judge, the prosecutor, and your Honor. From the 'Burgh with these young niggas, they Got hearts of men. I'm in the streets, pussy nigga, no such thing As friends. I might pull up on your block With a whole block and a four pipe. Drop a four watt, what you wanna cop? Keep the door locked, shooters gon' pop. Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet Full of clothes. With a phone full of hoes And they trickin'. And yeah, know some partners and They dope. Keep some powder by the door. With some killer niggas standing by the kitchen. And all my niggas got a bankroll, bankroll, Bankroll on 'em. Bankroll. Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll All my niggas Keep a bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on 'em. I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on me.