Lyrics:

(Verse 1) I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls, suzuki all gold,(whoo) fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes... every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll I watched and observed niggas taught me how tah serve (word) turnt 16 I was at the corner curb... big knots in my dickie pants... had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat caine I'm off da chain mane! trell came home I was on... everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone... lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mane... and I got dis weed and syrup shit well let's get rich I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!) 6 months really a nigga actin' silly made a 150 when I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!

Bankroll after bank roll big money I like it bank roll after bank roll a million
Dollars on my mine 100 gs at a time nigga
I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin' got her own shit take a nigga
Blockin you out chia poppin' them pills fuckin' them stank hoes
Keep it real you ain't really about your bank roll satisfy a couple stacks now you
Straight and plus ya drug every day
Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash
So every time money calls I gotta bust my ass
I'm on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll
I ain't playin' my nigga I got a mansion my nigga
Mel just hit me with a bank roll T
Just hit me with a bank roll but I call them back like I need more
So many kids to feed it ain't a game patna all of 'em eaten good ask my baby mommas through
All the drama imma shine imma grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll

Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga

Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga

Wattup mr bank roll shit I'm just chillin' headed to new york city talkin' about another million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change
'Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right cause without it who am
Make the haters wanna cry drive by and homicides had your life cold niggas ain't killin' for stripes
They want a bank roll you want thes hoe you want these clothes you wanna
Stay fly well get your mind and your money right
Right now all my kids all of 'em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have
A little fun niggas on TV stuntin at me talkin' gucci bag money and that's funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please don't diss me a couple bank rolls a have ya ass missin' bank roll nigga

Bank roll after bank roll a million dollas on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga
Bank roll after bank roll a million dollas on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga