Bankroll Fresh - Walked In lyrics

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Bankroll Fresh - Walked In lyrics

(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 k**in’ All these hoes I’m k**in’ n***a 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 k** it if feel it Hell yeah! Ya damn right I k** it if she give it Matt got extension Take it and we flip it Take it and remix it Bring it back [?] Curry on them hoes Bank to big Need pockets like [?] 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 [?] gon’ scheme on your b**h Add it to me n***a, get money out the six Scream my name Got a hundred in the six I ain’t no [?] I’m a juug this mid Pint coming in, I’m a lean like this I hit hard, like shawty you lit f** all these rappers My [?] Came in like this Turning up on you ba*tards After I smash Lil n***a can have her f** from the front Then I’m turning her backwards Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash I’m in a [?] I’m moving them bags Play with that money We put on a man Know no limit, we bustin’ your a** [Chorus] I walked in Throwing to the ceiling Looking like a muthaf**ing milli Looking like a muthaf**ing goddess Stop flexing b**h, you aint really poppin’ [?] [?] Rosay poppin’ b**h we poppin’ You ain’t really jockin’ Y’all n***as flexing y’all ain’t got it I got 2 b**hes They’re getting’ wild These b**hes want to do doggie style I got one Black and I got one Chinese She be talking to me she say, “kung pow!” I f**ed it up, I just made a [?] Smokin’ this sh** up, I made a cloud Just f**ed it up at the after hour Four four two, yeah they came with the ground b**h yo a** ugly And yo a** musty So free b**h, here go a ball down Stinking a** breath, smell like black & mild I’m fresh as hell, b**h wipe me down [Chorus] All of these hoes be style All my sh** be exclusive She wants me, because I’m cooler Looking like a god damn j**eler Might fly to Bermuda Thank God, A n***a rich, hallelujah I feel high, and I barely even knew her I f**ed her, now that b**h Luda 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 b**hes faded, be acting funny All that she wants is a bag of money Get her on molly she be actin’ s*utty Hit from the back, and she ain’t a buddy [Chorus] *** Thanks for correction these Lyrics