M.O.B - Bankroll Fresh

It’s from my heart and my soul

They say my heart’s full of gold

I’ma brush shoulders with Hov

Came to take over control

I’ma make sure that they know

A nigga banned if he old

And I ain’t playing with no ho

I wrap my hand ‘round her throat

These niggas playin' so they broke

You know your man he the foe

You got subpoenaed, the coke

And fuck payin' the P. O

These niggas playing with the dope

I razor blade ‘til it broke

I spread the shake off the floor

These niggas think it’s a joke

You better think like you know

I got the K with the scope

I’m sippin' drank with the smoke

I’m dripping paint with the spokes

I’m top rank, so salute

Versace frame with the boot

I spent the bands on the loot

I got a ten with me too

Cartier lens and they new

My pockets fat as Rasputia

I can’t put no trust in hoes

I put my trust in my Ruger

I can’t put no trust in these niggas

Cause these niggas’ll fool ya

You niggas glorifying who got shot

We respectin' the shooter

The block hot, all the hoes out

I’m on the apartment step until the bomb sold out

This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe

This shit here for real niggas down the road

Money over bitches, sticking to the code

I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes

All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope

Better keep your falcon, anything goes

Paint my shit candy, Rims tripple gold

I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes

Never started out going to school with get ins

Used to come home, see Ken ‘nem getting it in

Remember came home, I seen a million on the floor

Remember coming home, I used to see them bricks of dope

Young nigga going hard, fresher than your folks

Better tell your mama ‘nem go get you some new clothes

Better tell your mama ‘nem you want some new Girbauds

My uncle smoking dope, my other cousin out here throwed

I was a young nigga tryna get it off the surface

Mama ‘nem was working hard, daddy was getting nervous

Didn’t have no hoop dreams, and damn sure wasn’t gon' join the service

Fuck a 9 to 5, the way it pay, that shit wasn’t working

This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe

This shit here for real niggas down the road

Money over bitches, sticking to the code

I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes

All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope

Better keep your falcon, anything goes

Bang my shit the real tripper go

I heard these bitches hatin', tell ‘em fuck them hoes