Lyrical Breakdown of Bank Roll (Part 2) [feat. Webbie & Big Head] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bank Roll (Part 2) [feat. Webbie & Big Head]" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Boosie Badazz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Whip your shit out, nigga, let a nigga know how you get it
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Now ever since I could remember, it been hard, so
Growing up, all I wanted was a bankroll
The nigga with the bankroll, get the fine hoes
The purple Jeeps, Druze, and Vols, on them all golds
While y'all was saving up for sales, I was trying to get a knot
Front the Foot Locker at Stella McClock, I'm finna shop
Let's get it non-stop till your knot gets swole
Keep that shit up till your knot don't fold
Rubber band man, at ten years old, washing cars, doing whatever
Trying to come up on some Chad Elite Lucas, just wrote a letter
Get your bankroll, you're the only little one, I had to thank, though
Back in high school, man, I was walking around fat
Own crib, own whip, and I could whip that crack, man
Paid for moves late, niggas, they put me in it
Now i walk around n southside with like 20
Acting bad in my section with my heat in hand
Can't even do my lit dance from this knot in my pants
Made a promise to my mama to the time I'm out
I'ma get that bankroll till my eyes close
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll
Everybody want bankroll
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll
Should've seen how I growed up
Everybody act the same way
Slow and try and make it back the same day
Ain't nothing, I'ma call my dawg, pull a bank straight
Like, let me hold 50, til like later on in the day
I'm just shitting on these imitation niggas, claim they
Bought a gangsta shit, pop out with them, pop a damn break
Damn nigga blowed up, never looked down on the G
Now we got the doors up, coming down your damn street
Better put your hoes up, I'll snatch your damn piece
Go and make a freak ass nigga at the damn suite
I got that real cheap, you a beast, you scared me
Better go to plan C or plan B, what's plan B?
Told me get my habits straight up, I won't touch the Grammys
As long as my family's straight man, fuck the Grammys
You ain't trying to hand me a roll and you ain't trying to hand me
A motherfucking thang and a motherfucking weed
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll
Look, it ain't my fault, I grew up too fast
Up from the streets, but they made niggas up to cash
I got it hard but I ain't gonna bring up the past
Bang rolls make cold hoes up the ass
School rules made a nigga say fuck the class
I can hustle on the block and tuck the stash
A nigga with an acting pass so I had to crash
Took my lick, I was sick but I'm free at last
And I got a new hustle and some new muscle
Trio niggas a tussle, you niggas in trouble
Bang roll on bubble like Nutty Professor
Gotta take it to the bank, can't keep it on the dresser
You paid they think more, you broke they think lesser
She forgot about God and need me to bless her
If you got your bread strong, go and ball my nigga
I can't wait to give a bankroll to all my niggas
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll
Nigga, get your bankroll, (go get it nigga)
Shawty trying to get em, we all trying to get a bankroll