Diplo feat. Young Thug, Rich The Kid & Rich Chigga - Bank Roll (Rich Chigga Remix) Lyrics

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 1 – Rich Chigga)
Yeah, uh
Bankroll city pay slow
Everybody on the payroll under control
Every twenty minutes change clothes
My boy post only…when I say go if you say so, uh
Run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
Looking like a pimp but I got one hoe
Try to shut me up and I say hell no
Never switching up, only switch up flows

Bling blau, honey on the carousel
She get looking at me now
And she hit me when in town
She thirsty like she in a drought
Does she want to f**k no doubt
Living life like a king
I ain’t even got a crown, ay
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hold up b**h I got hundred thousand in my pillow case
You can try me run it with the Nike
But you’ll never do it in my pace
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Hold up hoe, this is my first time in the States
My aura so bright but my bars so dark
You would think ??

(Verse 2 – Rich The Kid)
Walk in with a pocket full of broccoli
Bi**h, I’m rich like I hit the f**king lottery, what!?
Started in the trap with an elbow-elbow
Hit a split on the d**k for a bankroll
I was riding in a Masi, me and Diplo
Tell your bi**h get low like a 64
I don’t play no games, Nintendo
Rollie cost a bird, hold it out the window, brrrr
I’ma make it flip like Skippa-Skippa
Got a freak every week, I can’t kiss her
Red and white Lamb like a peppermint
Bankroll in each pocket, bi**h I’m hella rich, bankroll
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Your boyfriend cuffing you like po-po, 12
Pour some more Act, moving slow-mo
You ain’t got the bankroll it’s a no go

(Verse 3 – Young Thug)
Pardon me, I’m just balling over from the sideline
Pardon your bi**h, she ain’t watching me, I’m going primetime
Rich ni**a s**t, bet the bi**h’ll jump on a ni**a d**k
Bet the bi**h’ll do it
Rich ni**a s**t, bet the bi**h I’ll jump on her clit
Drop the soap with her
She wet like a boat with her
I’ma wet her up like a cold killer
Thugger Thugger the cold ni**a
I done flipped a bird
Then I saw the bi**h pat right down on her
And I’ve been rich for the last five years
No I cannot pipe down