Bank Rolls (remix) Lyrics - Tate Kobang

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never seen you 

What part you on? I got some family on The Alameda 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

My name good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly 

I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she love them killers 

When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village 

My uncle Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue 

You baller blocking that's the type of shit I never do 

I'm from the east side, you know what kind of shit I'm on 

But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in Woodlawn 

I know some niggas down the hill that got it for the low 

I live in Bird City, nigga you already know 

And I don't go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up 

And if you fuck a Morgan bitch you better strap up 

Talkin' shit'll get you and your niggas clapped up 

We with the shits, you pussy niggas better not act up 

My nigga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street 

My nigga died, he ain't make it to see 23 

I got a bitch that work up Norma's and that pussy wet 

And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette 

She said she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects 

But that ain't none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck 

A lot of rappers in my city, half you niggas wack 

And I ain't ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack 

Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back 

I been a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks 

I swear to God I could never love a dumb hoe 

She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe 

See all my niggas never love 'em, we be sharin' those 

Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharin' clothes 

My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes" 

Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll 

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back 

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes" 

Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll 

I'm 'bout a bankroll 

You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain't know 

The trenches love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go 

We never lackin' and we love to let them thangs show 

We let them thangs go 

I'm talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my people 

With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour diesel 

Stealin' out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you 

Used to play in alleyways, we was duckin' them dirty needles 

I swear the city ain't the same since we lost Swift 

She'll live forever, to the city she was God's gift 

We showed the police we ain't with none of that nonsense 

These other rappers lackin' soul, ain't got no content 

I rep the struggle, I know that you hate me, fuck it, I love you 

Watch me bubble, we done up with the rod so they in trouble 

I don't fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle 

I ain't never had shit but a dream, now I see them 

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back 

Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me 

My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes" 

Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll 

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