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lirik lagu bankroll – politicess

[intro: politicess]
they be asking why i’m back (why?)
i been missing missing cash (cash)
so i decided to go rap (uh huh)
swear i’ll never miss a bag (never)
b*tches never leave my back (ok)
on a break? i was at (what?)
now they think that i’m wack (really?)
are you stupid? are you mad? (are you stupid?)
still better than your ass

[verse 1: politicess & jhbboss]
only did it for the cash, huh
never did it for the fans, huh
now they pressed from the facts, huh
give a f*ck if you sad, huh
you still listened to the track, huh
‘nother play, ‘nother rack, huh
thought you knew who i am, huh
you ain’t looping with a pact (you ain’t)
ay, chop don’t hit
for the top ‘less the bank roll
don’t spin no block for the pain though
only time i еver finna spin is to make dough
mad shots, then hop in a rangе rove
aim for the top, even bots never aim low
i don’t wanna hear it that your pop said you ain’t go
jane doe, know there’s mad people in the same boat, huh
rainbow, huh
six siege, i just want the payload, huh (what he said?)
oh, they wanna treat it like a game, let me say
you ain’t up right, square it left back, then it’s ko, uh, uh, uh
[verse 2: jhbboss]
rainbow, keep a k though
if you wanna blitz, let it sing like faygo
metal to his face, and the beam at his eye like kano
price up on his head, and it’s a bankroll, case closed

[verse 3: politicess]
ay, loop on top ’cause we been nonstop
with the hot sh*t, cali, boston
crew on the move, got too many options
our sh*t * vary! your sh*t * constant!

[verse 4: jhbboss]
if it ain’t about cash, then i know that it’s nonsense
lacking on your business, you ain’t running with a boss, then
packing, never missing, boy, the pockets peter griffin
and the piece up on me, bop it! wait ’till i pop it! (bah, bah)
watch how i pull it
lil’ jit, ain’t no game when i’m switching it up
mir shoot a movie, that clip, he gon’ dump
po rock like percussionist * sticks and the drums
i got sticks in the trunk, bro, we look like a band
go broke over hoes, i would never, i can’t
go ‘head, tell that lil’ boy he ain’t none but a fan
he the type that’ll blow it and switch on his mans
[verse 5: politicess]
d*mn, never put chick over fam
boy, i could never get trapped, i’m a man
could be dressing like robin and giving up yams
but it’s bro over b*tches, i stick with the plan
if the bro is a b*tch, then the stick is the plan
he wanting an edit, then clip it and bam
he thinking he limitless, ain’t know what his limit is
now he on gojo * he left with no brand (d*mn)
ay, now he on geto
he left with no fans
ain’t making no money, ain’t making no bands
i stay making moves with the group in advance
crew in the loop, what we doing is planned
if you ain’t know the move, then you probably banned
look what he eating, he claim he a vegan
he don’t want the beef, but ain’t passing up ham

[verse 6: mir blackwell]
send him back to his maker, he meeting with notch
think he beefing with steve, he ain’t leaving the block
got this sh*t to a tee, can’t compete with a tot
either boxing a beat, or i’m beating a box
if that sh*t’s for the green, i might screen for the shot
i don’t talk to a queen * how i scream to an opp
i just keep it a bean, and i fiend for the guap
if it’s me and the team, it’s not even a thought
[verse 7: jhbboss]
it’s not even a thought, while y’all sit, and y’all ponder
my money too big, jit, i flex * larry lobster
know i got money, boy, i feel like wayne carter
bring pain, if he play, then he get slaughtered
jit from the four, yeah, you know where i’m staying
no playing, bring k’s, and then we get to spraying
mir keep a piece that’ll haunt in your dreams
hit a l!ck, then we coming masked up like jason

[verse 8: mir blackwell]
i walk down on n*ggas, put bodies in bas*m*nts
i’ve been odd since i got my first k spent
where i’m from, they leave bodies on pavements
where i’m at, i just body the stages
n*ggas know there’s a lot on my plate
but, look, sliding with trays * what i do on my day shift
p*ssy still gotta hide, what they say
when i’m not in their face, they still know not to say sh*t

[verse 9: politicess]
ay, he sliding with trays on the day
and i’m making a k from a trade on the daily
couldn’t compare what we make
i be keeping an m on my head like i work for the navy
you ain’t carry 25k, can’t day trade
we ain’t in the same place, you could never face me, uh
if we talking bands * i’m cowell, you’re taiji
i be watching one piece, while you’re outside working crazy

- politicess

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