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I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
A bankroll where it can't fold
A bankroll where it can't fold
Try to rob me boy I can't go

lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super

in that car, Lah BJ in the back, nigga
Shoutout to young Khi, realest fucking fat nigga
You see Lil' Rob, Ima pass the fuckin' strap, nigga
You see

white things
Yeah, that's 'bout a thousand pills, got a lot of meds
I would've popped Bishop first, I ain't Radames
Two hundred thousand in my pocket,

them by the cases
Cause once I cop 'em gut 'em and switch the laces
They all purpose ya heard me kinda like my daytons
give me two pairs
(Cause) I need

Pay You Back

Meek Mill

Championships

2018

a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask)
You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass)
Hangin' all out the window, swingin'

niggas dont wanna be ops
Lotta guns n dey dirty lil nigga we need new props
I got one in the head so dis clip got 32 shots
Im really a killer lil nigga

Trappin out I know the feds comin
Lil brody tryin to jam somethin
Top shotta, imma head hunter
If it up, you better stand on it
Dirty choppa, wit

Thought that I should give them all my love
But it turns out they would rob me even just for lil dubs
Fake motherfuckers in the dust
I ain't pull up

Mmh uh

Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside

Or offend a man to Hinder da Plan
For court cops knock for you
Told some members to rob Fort Knox ya thru
All because who wasn't makin' enough a day
Should

the snakes out my way
You see the real by who stayed
When the wind blows after the storm
Pain I feel they can't relate
Heart filled with love, hate
Get hit in

the struggle

Verse 2
I'm tired of the critics who cannot relate, tired of being surrounded by snakes / I'm tired of watching the one percent, eating real good

her heels (bouncin' that ass)
God, lil' mama look fine for real
Lil' shawty, lil' dime, for real, dime (yeah)
Love a nigga bitch too (yeah)
I make

Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
Educated, so I put her in the cut
I need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriend
Two hoes and I think I did

600 thou
Lil bro Blick got 2 years down
For sum bullshit like 2 quarter pounds
Tried to rob my nigga T Money
Shot em in the face
First thing he said

smoked him in my Robins
Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham
That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'
I already knew that the lil'
Nigga was a bitch

bitch, and get painted
My son damn near got a million, BM steady gettin' in her feelings
Call yo' daddy son if you need him
Fuck 'em by the twos, hoes

Gangsterous

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

of that and she'll suck yo' dick
She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad
I promise you somethin' proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser
The neighborhood

really ever need a take two
The demo been slappin' on the debut
I'm runnin' outta people to complain to
Talkin' 'bout some shit I can't relate to, I see

somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d r u m s, get busy
(drum roll) , aw on the keys my man James
What you doin back there?
(piano plays) , aw yeah

I've been controllin' my anger
Keep boogers in the face like I'm still a lil' baby
Hittin' donuts in the wraith, just left the 'Yo with Lil Baby
Two

See the way I was brought up
We go by respect
I can't relate how you tie high neck
All I was taught was to run up a check
He steady woven, he think

repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin'