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Sleepy Hallow

Bankroll

 

Bankroll

(album: Sleepy Hallow Presents: Sleepy For President - 2020)


(Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, huh

Tryna watch that money grow
You know my heart cold, ain't no way you getting close
I just got a bankroll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll
Gotta make sure mama good 'fore I get my chain froze
Trapping out the same clothes
Now tell me who had us when we ain't had nowhere to go?

All I know is run up on them bitches, tryna catch a score
Pull up on 'em, let it off, and then it's back to blowing O's
I ain't asking, bitch, I know
We ain't fighting, we got poles
Bitch, I battle anxiety just in case you wanna know
Pack it up, I'm 'bout to go
I think I might get a rope
Sometimes I think I'm bugging, but I gotta stay afloat

If you going through some pain, you ain't by yourself, huh
You ain't by yourself
I done seen some dark days, I ain't had no help, huh
I ain't had no help

Tryna watch that money grow
You know my heart cold, ain't no way you getting close
I just got a bankroll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll
Gotta make sure mama good 'fore I get my chain froze
Trapping out the same clothes
Now tell me who had us when we ain't had nowhere to go?

I been flexing back-to-back, I know they feelings hurting
In a different type of bag, know this shit a Birkin
I do drugs for the pain and I think it's working
Yeah, we seen him on accident, but we shot on purpose
Put that money on your mouth, yeah, it's gon' be cheap, nigga
And if you in the street, better keep your heat with you
We ain't talking to police, we ain't tryna speak, nigga
You know that ain't your bitch, you keep tryna creep with her
Swear I barely get no sleep, barely get no peace
And I'ma crossover if a nigga try to reach
I'm a dog with no leash, I'm on when it's beef
And I'ma do the dash if the cops know the beat

Look, huh
Tryna watch that money grow
You know my heart cold, ain't no way you getting close
I just got a bankroll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll
Gotta make sure mama good 'fore I get my chain froze
Trapping out the same clothes
Now tell me who had us when we ain't had nowhere to go?

done

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