Walked In (feat. Street Money Boochie & Travis Porter) - Bankroll Fresh

Walked In (feat. Street Money Boochie & Travis Porter)

Bankroll Fresh

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Street Yeah, I'm back (Yeah, Yeah) Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my friends, they're killin' All these hoes I'm killin' Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (Woo) Come up in the street I'm peeling (Skurr) Come up in the street I'm peeling And I might just lose the ceiling And I'm trying to grind up on a million And I might kill it if feel it Hell yeah! Ya damn right I kill it if she give it Matt got extension Take it and we flip it Take it and remix it Bring it back Sixteen Curry on them hoes Bank to big Need pockets like Girbaud Hold up, wait! Know exactly how it goes It's Gucci! No, bet you can't do it like this Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists Me and Joblow gon' scheme on your bitch Add it to me nigga, get money out the six Scream my name Got a hundred in the six I ain't no gas I'm a juug this mid Pint coming in, I'm a lean like this I ain't hit hard, like shawty you lit Fuck all these rappers My trap look like casper Came in like this Turning up on you bastards After I smash Lil nigga can have her Fuck from the front Then I'm turning her backwards Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash I'm in a dipper I'm moving them bags Play with that money We put on a man Know no limit, we bustin' your ass Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my friends, they're killin' All these hoes I'm killin' Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling Come up in the street I'm peeling Come up in the street I'm peeling I walked in Throwing to the ceiling Looking like a motherfucking milli Looking like a motherfucking Gotti Stop flexing bitch, you ain't really poppin' These bottle wars, all these bottles what we poppin' Ace and Spade poppin' Rosé poppin' Bitch we poppin' You ain't really jockin' Y'all niggas flexing Y'all ain't got it I got 2 bitches They're getting' wild These bitches want to do doggie style I got one Black and I got one Chinese She be talking to me she say, "kung pow!" I fucked it up, I just made a pound Smokin' this shit up, I made a cloud Just fucked it up at the after hour 4-4 to big it can't wait to growl Bitch yo ass ugly And yo ass musty So free bitch, here go a bar of dial Stinking ass breath, smell like black & mild I'm fresh as hell, Bitch wipe me down Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my friends, they're killin' All these hoes I'm killin' Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling Come up in the street I'm peeling Come up in the street I'm peeling All of these hoes be staring All of my shit exclusive She wants me, because I'm cooler Looking like a god damn jeweler Might fly to Bermuda Thank God, A nigga rich, hallelujah I feel high, and I barely even knew her I fucked her, now that bitch Luda Got wild in the bed, looking like Frank Lucas Me and my god damn shooters Carbon got a god damn cooler Clip like a god damn ruler These bitches faded, be acting funny All that she wants is a bag of money Get her on molly she be actin' slutty Hit from the back, and she ain't a buddy Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my friends, they're killin' All these hoes I'm killin' Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling Come up in the street I'm peeling Come up in the street I'm peeling

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