B-B-Bankroll Got It
She wanna call me when I'm on the way
Right now, I'm out of the state
When I get back, I'll give you the time of the day
Right now, a nigga away
I got Chanel, Chanel, double Cs for you
Ain't nothin' a nigga can't pay
I got through hell, through hell for you
I do whatever just for you to stay
'Cause it could get lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
I can't explain, no time 'cause I'm on my grind
And it get lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
You might know that I'm out of state
Call you when I'm on my way
You know I'm proud of you
I buy you Prada, baby, and I just thought I could get inside of you
You rockin' Tom Ford on your hair, rainin'
What you wear? You know I be stylin' you
Know for a fact you'll keep it real
You were nеver square, I'll still lie to you
And your hеart so damn pure, lot of people probably never see that side of you
Baby, the top, it get lonely, silly nigga brought the homies
I was raised by the OGs, did a lot of shit, but, that's the old me
They don't know, I was outside tryna make it out for the Nic-Nacs
And, they don't know, all this shit a nigga used to do at the kickback
She wanna call me when I'm on the way
Right now, I'm out of the state
When I get back, I'll give you the time of the day
Right now, a nigga away
I got Chanel, Chanel, double Cs for you
Ain't nothin' a nigga can't pay
I got through hell, through hell for you
I do whatever just for you to stay
'Cause it could get lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
I can't explain, no time 'cause I'm on my grind
And it get lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
You might know that I'm out of state
Call you when I'm on my way
You know I pull up, I call you when I'm on the way
I'm hoppin' out of the Wraith
I'm lookin' up, I can see stars in the ceilin', it feel like we in outer space
I know you know I fuck with hoes on the road
But, lately, I ain't leave a trace
Tell me all the time: You better be safe on the road
You know I'm in love with the 'K
Baby, the top, it get lonely, silly nigga brought the homies
Better be on when they know me
Tell them niggas act like they know me
They don't know, I was outside tryna make it out for the Nic-Nacs
And, they don't know, all this shit a nigga used to do at the kickback
She wanna call me when I'm on the way
Right now, I'm out of the state
When I get back, I'll give you the time of the day
Right now, a nigga away
I got Chanel, Chanel, double Cs for you
Ain't nothin' a nigga can't pay
I got through hell, through hell for you
I do whatever just for you to stay
'Cause it could get lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
I can't explain, no time 'cause I'm on my grind
And it get lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
You might know that I'm out of state
Call you when I'm on my way