D-Block Europe – Bankroll Got Bigger Lyrics

Bankroll Got Bigger Lyrics – D-Block Europe

Mhm
A big penadnt
Woo, woo
Know what I’m sayin’?
Five years in, still the king of the wave
DBE

Yeah, bankroll got bigger (Bankroll got bigger, ski)
At the traffic light (At the traffic light, ski)
Drink fill up my liver (Drink fill up my liver, grr)
I’m in the car, I go fast (I’m in the car, I go, “Skrrt”)
Stretch marks, she Tiger (Stretch marks, she Tiger)
French manicure (French manicure)

Told her keep it simple (Told her keep it simple)
Bro, bro be white’ (Bro, bro be white)
But, that’s still my nigga (Su, still my nigga)
Got to move smart in this world of sins (Woo-woo)
I just got a Range, got pulled over, Kings Lynn (No cap)
Drop the top, just blowin’ in the wind (Woo-woo)
I just bought her three bags (Woo-woo)
No, it ain’t a thing

I might fuck her in the ass, I don’t give a shit
I’ma choose the money, not the love (Love)
Think I’m overdosin’ from your love (From your love)
Think I need you way more than the drugs (Woo-woo-woo)
Baby, do not block me, I’ma pull up at your mums (Damn)
V12 engine, when you hear it, you best come
I love my little lady ’cause she really keep me calm
Hoes hoein’ out for niggas that don’t even make them cum
She like to smoke on Cali, yeah, she like to smoke on Runtz (Yeah)
These bitches fuckin’ niggas that don’t even pay for lunch
She going to pilates and she workin’ on her bum
‘Bout to pop a blue pill and fuckin’ fuck her ’til she numb

Yeah, bankroll got bigger (Bankroll got bigger, ski)
At the traffic light (At the traffic light, ski)
Drink fill up my liver (Drink fill up my liver, grr)
I’m in the car, I go fast (I’m in the car, I go, “Skrrt”)
Stretch marks, she Tiger (Stretch marks, she Tiger)
French manicure (French manicure)
Told her keep it simple (Told her keep it simple)
Bro, bro be white (Bro, bro be whit)
But, that’s still my nigga (Su, still my nigga)

Got to move smart in this world of sins (Woo-woo)
I just got a Range, got pulled over, King’s Lynn (No cap)
Drop the top, just blowin’ in the wind (Woo-woo)
I just bought her three bags (Woo-woo)
No, it ain’t no thing

Haha, oh, you know what I’m sayin’?
Gelato to the face and shit
? but like today
Hello world

Think you ungrateful (Yeah)
My nigga don’t play cool (Yeah)
I put my foot on the gas, that’s a hundred pack on the table (Ooh)
And we movin’ the crack inside of the flat, and we got to be faithful (Yeah, yeah)
Still whippin’ the bands and sell it to Ben just to make rent and pay it to Rachel
I roll with the brick buyers, you roll with the dick riders (Ya dig?)
And you should’ve started a war with the jeweller ’cause you got the shit diamonds (Let’s get it)
I still make her flip, she on the tip, she gonna still ride it (Yeah)
And, this bankroll gettin’ bigger, I ain’t got to hide it (Yeah)

Yeah, bankroll got bigger (Bankroll got bigger, ski)
At the traffic light (At the traffic light, ski)
Drink fill up my liver (Drink fill up my liver, grr)
I’m in the car, I go fast (I’m in the car, I go, “Skrrt”)
Stretch marks, she Tiger (Stretch marks, she Tiger)
French manicure (French manicure)
Told her keep it simple (Told her keep it simple)
Bro, bro be white (Bro, bro be white)
But, that’s still my nigga (Su, still my nigga)

Told her keep it simple (Told her keep it simple)
Bro, bro be white (Bro, bro be white)
But, that’s still my nigga (Su, still my nigga)
Got to move smart in this world of sins (Woo-woo)
I just got a Range, got pulled over, King’s Lynn (No cap)
Drop the top, just blowin’ in the wind (Woo-woo)
I just bought her three bags (Woo-woo)
No, it ain’t no thing