Bank Rolls (Remix) - Tate Kobang

Written by：Tate Kobang

Yeah yeah

B**ch 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 b**ch 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 sh*t I never do

I'm from the east side you know what kind of sh*t I'm on

But I be everywhere I sold *** in Woodlawn

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

I live in Bird City ni**a you already know

And I don't go nowhere unless a ni**a strapped up

And if you f**k a Morgan b**ch you better strap up

Talkin' sh*t'll get you and your niggas clapped up

We with the shits you p**sy niggas better not act up

My ni**a Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street

My ni**a died he ain't make it to see 23

I got a b**ch that work up Norma's and that p**sy wet

And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette

She said she strippin' tryna get the f**k 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 b**ch I'm keepin' sh*t 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 b**ches sharin' clothes

My mama told me Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes

Cause all these b**ches 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 b**ches 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 f**k 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 sh*t 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 b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll