JayDaYoungan – Bankroll (Instrumental) (Prod. By DJ B Real & NeilOnDaTrack)

[Intro]
(What up, B-Real?)
You ain’t outside
Bang

[Chorus]
Want a big bankroll ’til my shit don’t fold, used to wait outside for the dough
And ain’t worried about fuckin’ no ho, ’cause that shit got old, I ain’t wastin’ my time on a ho
You let the bitch get in control, that ain’t how this shit go, niggas losin’ they mind ’bout a ho
Losin’ your mind ’bout that ho, why you cryin’ ’bout that ho?
Fuck nigga, you crying ’bout a ho
Young nigga, I’m a baby OG, keep it real with you, tell you like this, you ain’t fuckin’ with me
You don’t come how I come, nigga, got some dumb niggas tuckin’ that drum, they’ll bust for me
You don’t step on the scene how I step on the scene
I get fresh as a bitch in an all-white tee
I might cop me a Lambo’ to spread my wings, an all-black Masi’, an all-white Jeep
[Verse]
I got me a new stick, I ain’t get it to post it, lil’ bitch, I ain’t chasing no clout with this banger
Bitch, I’ma slang and I’m dangerous
They know when it comе to this bangin’ shit, bitch, I get anxious
And I don’t like to talk ’bout shit, like to chalk off shit, gеt close, we walk down shit
Riding ’round with an old-ass stick, tryna blow this bitch, mask on, tryna off some shit
They know we a problem, he gon’ need a doctor
Oh-oh, we leave niggas hollerin’
A body for a body, bro said he need a chopper
Oh-oh, I say, “Mi casa su casa”

[Chorus]
Want a big bankroll ’til my shit don’t fold, used to wait outside for the dough
And ain’t worried about fuckin’ no ho, ’cause that shit got old, I ain’t wastin’ my time on a ho
You let the bitch get in control, that ain’t how this shit go, niggas losin’ they mind ’bout a ho
Losin’ your mind ’bout that ho, why you cryin’ ’bout that ho?
Fuck nigga, you crying ’bout a ho
Young nigga, I’m a baby OG, keep it real with you, tell you like this, you ain’t fuckin’ with me
You don’t come how I come, nigga, got some dumb niggas tuckin’ that drum, they’ll bust for me
You don’t step on the scene how I step on the scene
I get fresh as a bitch in an all-white tee
I might cop me a Lambo’ to spread my wings, an all-black Masi’, an all-white Jeep