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