Bank Rolls (Remix) - Tate Kobang

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