Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never seen you What part you on? I got some family on The Alameda I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me My name good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she love them killers When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village My uncle Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue You baller blocking that's the type of shit I never do I'm from the east side, you know what kind of shit I'm on But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in Woodlawn I know some niggas down the hill that got it for the low I live in Bird City, nigga you already know And I don't go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up And if you fuck a Morgan bitch you better strap up Talkin' shit'll get you and your niggas clapped up We with the shits, you pussy niggas better not act up My nigga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street My nigga died, he ain't make it to see 23 I got a bitch that work up Norma's and that pussy wet And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette She said she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects But that ain't none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck A lot of rappers in my city, half you niggas wack And I ain't ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back I been a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks I swear to God I could never love a dumb hoe She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe See all my niggas never love 'em, we be sharin' those Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharin' clothes My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes" Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes" Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll I'm 'bout a bankroll You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain't know The trenches love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go We never lackin' and we love to let them thangs show We let them thangs go I'm talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my people With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour diesel Stealin' out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she beat you Used to play in alleyways, we was duckin' them dirty needles I swear the city ain't the same since we lost Swift She'll live forever, to the city she was God's gift We showed the police we ain't with none of that nonsense These other rappers lackin' soul, ain't got no content I rep the struggle, I know that you hate me, fuck it, I love you Watch me bubble, we done up with the rod so they in trouble I don't fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle I ain't never had shit but a dream, now I see them Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes" Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll