Bankroll Fresh – Walked In lyrics

[Intro: Bankroll Fresh] (Street) (Yeah I’m back!) (2-17 on the track, man) (Yeah, Yeah) [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my frames, they’re killin’ All these hoes I’m killin’ Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I’m peeling (skrr) Come up in the street I’m peeling [Verse 1: Street Money Boochie] And I might just lose the ceiling And I’m trying to grind up on a million And I might kill it if feel it Hell yeah! Ya damn right I kill it if she give it MAC got extension Take it and we flip it Take it and remix it Bring it back Sixteen Curry on them hoes Bank too big Need pockets like Girbaud Hold up, wait! Know exactly how it goes It's Boochie! [Verse 2: Strap] No, bet you can’t do it like this Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists Me and Joblow gon’ scheme on your bitch Alley to my nigga, getting money out the six Street Money Nino Got a hundred in the six Ain’t no gas I’ma juug this mid Pint coming in, I’m a lean like this I hit hard, like shawty you lit Fuck all you rappers My trap look like casper Came in like this Turning up on you bastards After I smash Lil nigga can have her Fuck from the front Then I’m turning her backwards Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash I’m in a dipper I’m moving them bags Play with that money We put on a mask New no limit, we bustin’ your ass [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my frames, they’re killin’ All these hoes I’m killin’ Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I’m peeling (skrr) Come up in the street I’m peeling [Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh] I walked in Throwing to the ceiling Looking like a muthafucking milli' Looking like a muthafucking Gotti Stop flexing bitch, you ain't really poppin’ These bottle wars, all these bottles what we poppin' Ace of Spades poppin' Rosé poppin’ Bitch we poppin’ You ain’t really jockin’ Y’all niggas flexing Y’all ain’t got it I got 2 bitches They’re getting’ wild These bitches want to do doggie style I got one Black and I got one Chinese She be talking to me, she say, “Kung pow!” I fucked it up, I just made a pound Smokin’ this shit up, I made a cloud Just fucked it up at the after hour 4:42, yeah, it can’t wait to growl Bitch yo ass ugly And yo ass is musty So free bitch, here go a bar of Dial Stinking ass breath, smell like Black & Mild I’m fresh as hell, bitch, wipe me down [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my frames, they’re killin’ All these hoes I’m killin’ Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I’m peeling (skrr) Come up in the street I’m peeling [Verse 4: Ali] All of these hoes be staring All of my shit exclusive She wants me, because I’m cooler Looking like a god damn jeweler Might fly to Bermuda Thank God, a nigga rich, hallelujah I flew her out, and I barely even knew her I fucked her, now that bitch Luda [Verse 5: Quez] Walked in this bih looking like Frank Lucas Me and my god damn shooters Carbon got a god damn cooler Clip like a god damn ruler These bitches faded, be acting funny All that she wants is a bag of money Get her on molly she be actin’ slutty Hit from the back, and she ate her buddy [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my friends, they’re killin’ All these hoes I’m killin’ Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I’m peeling (skrr) Come up in the street I’m peeling Explain Request ×

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