In this track, Rich the Kid and YoungBoy Never Broke Again explore themes of wealth, success, and street credibility. The artists boast about their financial achievements, illustrated through metaphors like "bankroll" and references to lavish spending. They contrast their current affluence with past struggles, emphasizing a narrative of overcoming adversity. The lyrics also touch on loyalty and betrayal within their circles, highlighting the importance of trust and authenticity. Furthermore, the song underscores their resilience against adversaries and critics, reinforcing their dominant positions in both the music industry and street culture.
Bankroll
Lyrics
(It's Buddha Beats)
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos (bankroll)
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos (in the trap)
Nah for real, we got paper like Kinkos (Kinkos)
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux (Pappadeaux)
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro (Velcro)
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow (elbow)
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat (boat)
They would try to book a show, but they can't pay the cost (bricks)
Not an order, for the see me at the booth pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water, with a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hangin' out my side, in my pockets fifty each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I keep
Leave him dead on the scene same day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
They gon' go out, can't say ain't no need for the preach
And my shooters maneuver, no lock on the leash
Say you loyal, dishonor, no, fuck it, you keep
You a bitch, I'm a sinner, no way you could teach
I'ma jump out and walk and let Rich park the Benz
Every green flag go up when I do the whole rent
I ain't bringin' 'em up, they wasn't down when I needed
I got millions, that mean I don't know how to treat her
I ain't nothin' like that
They be stallin', but I'm all in, oh yeah
Put an M on that
I don't call them, you just callin', that's fact
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos (bankroll)
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos (in the trap)
Nah for real, we got paper like Kinkos (Kinkos)
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux (Pappadeaux)
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro (Velcro)
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow (elbow)
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat (boat)
They would try to book a show, but they can't pay the cost (bricks)
Not an order, for the see me at the booth pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water, with a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hangin' out my side, in my pockets fifty each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I keep
Leave him dead on the scene same day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
Two Rolls Royce trucks, that's two brothers
Fuck her on the bed but not under covers
Say he rappin', he ain't trappin', but he really undercover (cap)
We ain't stressin' 'bout the money, buy a Bentley for my mother
Nah, for real, they was hatin' way before the deal (befre the deal)
She bad, want Birkin and Prada heels (bad)
Woo, popped a pill (pill)
Diamonds on me, they Holyfield
That's my brother, yeah for real, he can get a mil' (get a mil')
Niggas cappin' like they steppin', they ain't in the field
Bankroll, walk with a hundo
So much money, had to stuff it in the condo
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos (bankroll)
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos (in the trap)
Nah for real, we got paper like Kinkos (Kinkos)
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux (Pappadeaux)
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro (Velcro)
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow (elbow)
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat (boat)
They would try to book a show, but they can't pay the cost (bricks)
Not an order, for the see me at the booth pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water, with a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hangin' out my side, in my pockets fifty each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I keep
Leave him dead on the scene same day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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