[Intro: Bankroll Fresh]
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my fucking God

[Verse 1: Bankroll Fresh]
ATL ball Life
Might come through a stop light
New Banshee, Blue Raptor
New Honda on Candler
Got fifty racks on me fuck it lets gamble
Boss up on these bitches
I'm raising my standards
Throwback Barry Sanders
Duce Duce with da hammer
Be true to your answer
Kidnap you for ransom
I want da Beamer coupe
G sell a bean or two
Bring me two ninas through
Might throw a barbecue
Gucci on Gucci
Two G's on the goggles
I came from the bottom
Push start on the auto
Bankroll da largest
Book me at The Garden
That's way in New York
N***a Brooklyn to Harlem
Harlem globe trotter
Trick off witcha partner
Yo bitch is a shopper
She scared of the doctor
Chew through the city in a helicopter
I'm smoking this shit up, a hippie a rasta
I'll fuck your bitch scratched her off of my roster
Off of my roster I'll stretch her no problem
Shirt Valentino, I'm bigger than Nino
All black El Camino I'm kicking that Lingo
Too many C Notes
I'm serving Gambino
Im serving y'all mean though so run through your C notes
Tuck your shit in when we come in like Debo
You n***as here acting like Danny Devito