Lyrical Breakdown of Bankrolls On Deck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bankrolls On Deck" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Man we got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck, bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck Keep the mills in the bank, keep the racks on person 50, 75 at a time, on purpose Chillin' in the hood with the GATs on person If a nigga out of line the .45 go to squirtin' And I ain't fuckin' around, am I? Probably 'bout the hardest ever out of Atlanta It's a ring of real niggas, got the game in the slang Nine out of ten, that's my homeboy name I told my ho back up, oh shit, don't need no beotch I get on beats and talk my shit just like a beotch Ho you a beotch, girl you a beotch Bae you a beotch Forever I love Atlanta like a FILA I pull up in Houston, hit stickmatic Eli I might get caught up with lots of guns like TI I don't want your ho, I want your honey like a beehive I don't want your ho, I want your honey like a beehive Man we got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck, bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck Barrels bustin' out Balmain Plain hundreds, they like Jane Bitch I'm out in these streets like a Reindeer Your ho not gonna stutter my name She actually gone say that shit clear You know I drive lows, pimpin' in her ear Make the lil' ho do a split like a check Then I lost it like police in my rear I can, put this on Go And me unless get smoked like some dope an' ninas Dope an' ninas, lots of dope an' ninas, lots of dope an' ninas Lots of dope an' ninas Who is drinkin'? I need oil with me Jigga, Thug, gotta pay lawyer fees Bitch we really with the trap and the reef' Too much cheese, got that Mac all on me Man we got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck, bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck The trap went left while we stayin' down with it While you bullshit, we the one playin' around with it Keep a nigga, wouldn't walk around with a 50 in the clip I ain't even got to stand around with it And I demand all 50, states in the states, everybody ride with me For you to go to Queens probably gotta call 50 When I'm in the pizzeria and I got it all with me What the fuck you thought little ho? Got big bankrolls on deck Break a quarter mill just to blow, put Phil and Doe on that Brush a nigga standin' on the block, got a whole bunch of pills in the sack And they blue dolphins, pussy nigga playin', he get left in a coffin I been jumped off momma porch And I go crazy when bored Give education like Du Bois Cliff, I'm a bloody little dog 12 inches in her like a yard Big bankroll without fraud These little niggas not makin' no noise Man we got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck, bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankroll, no check, bankrolls on God Got big bankrolls on deck We the bankroll mob Bankrolls on deck

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