Behind the Fence - Bankroll Fresh

See where I’m from, this shit go on everyday

Atlanta, Georgia, Zone 3, Pittsburgh

Home of the hustlers

Street Money worldwide, Oh You know it!

We at the trap house behind the fence

Do it for my trap niggas represent

Real trap nigga drop it then mix

Do it for my trap niggas, fuck a bitch (Fuck that bitch!)

Bounce yo ass shawty, do a split

All the trap niggas juggin off the splits

All the trap niggas juggin off the bricks

Real trap nigga playing off the sticks

I’m running through this shit, I’m talking marathon

Nigga bring your cash, I’m even counting one’s

Have you ever bought it, Would you ever sell it

Have you ever wrapped it, Would you ever mail it

And I’m in that motherfucker, Looking like it

Nigga I’m ballin like the 93 tyson (2x)

Dope boy swag, Dope man pockets

Yamaha sport biker (Switch it up!)

Iont want her nigga, Iont like her

Iont like her I just one night her

She calling you, You broke her phone, fight her

And I’m lookin like a drug lord

Eatin with the fucking thug boys

In here looking like a real mob

Pull up on yo ass, Fuck boy

Gotta call my man back to hit the raw

Say he ready, say he really want the log

When you get here nigga, Come and buy a whole

When you on your way, better watch for State patrol

Camera on the spot and gold

Now I use the microwave to kill the stove

Nigga pay me what you owe

Nigga come in here with mo'

Have the correct amount nigga

Yo pussy ass better count quicker

Trapper use the vacuum sealer

Ain’t no niggas in the middle

Thumb through the money counter

Rubber bands wrapped around it