Yo, R.P. Bankroll
Keepin' your name lit
Project Pat
Keak da Sneak
Smurf Hicks
SAV the money maker
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper
That's five-fifty, my scraper
I'm gon' ball on your fakers
Ice king, get that paper
Bad bitch, I'ma take her
Hundred bands, I'ma break her
Outta town I'ma take her
Hell yeah, 'bout that paper
Black on black whip game
Used to flip cocaine
Forgiatos, no brains
Three bands, Balmain
Gucci, Louis, Prada, bitch
Kafani, baby, hella rich
Pussy nigga, take your bitch
Ridin' in exotic whips
I shop at Saks off Fifth, boy, Bloomingdales
Only roll with niggas I know won't tell
Bite that thang on the outs if I gotta bail
And I'ma ride that thang out, burn rubber, hell
Sideways, this way, that-a, ho
Posi-traction, dual exhaust, shift in the flo'
Zero to a hundred, stompin' to a hundred mo'
Candy, grape jelly, peanut butter, yada-yo
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play with no bitch
Rest in peace to my haters, I'm on my Bankroll shit
Just copped a foreign this mornin', it cost a bankroll, bitch
Yeah it's thirty on my neck, twenty-five on my wrist
Thirty all on my hip, you know these niggas be fakers
Ran up on him late night, gave that nigga the vapors
All I know is get bread, nigga, call me a baker
And this ice game sav, watch that bitch, I'll take her
I don't play about my paper, nigga
'Bout my bankroll, I'll scrape a nigga
In a big body smokin' big gelati
With a bad bitch that like to sell her body
We be OT, sellin' kicks, karate
And this thirty clip, that's for anybody
I came for the money, I ain't come to party
So I quickly turn a hater into calamari
I be runnin' through these bands like a money machine
I was broke for a minute, but I'm back on the scene
All you bitches on my dick 'cause my fit be clean
Smurf Hicks, I get cake, nigga
Lobser tail, steak, nigga
I ain't never been no fake nigga
Keep my grass cut for you snake niggas
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
I don't play 'bout that paper, I don't play 'bout that paper
Most these females are fakers, most the team, they your haters
