Rich The Kid & NBA Youngboy – Bankroll (Audio, Lyrics)

Rich The Kid & NBA Youngboy collaborate on “Bankroll”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Budda Beats.

Rich The Kid & Nba Youngboy Bankroll

Two artists who are on their “money ain’t a thang” vibe are Rich The Kid and Youngboy Never Broke Again. They both know what it’s like to attain success in the rap game early on in their careers and all one needs to do is to look at their social media pages to see them showing off stacks of cash, expensive cars, and palacious homes. On their collaborative single “Bankroll,” Rich and NBA Youngboy flaunt their wealth as many rappers in their positions do, and they make no apologies for their bank accounts.

It was rumored that Youngboy was planning on releasing an album sometime this month on the heels of his No. 1 record Top that he just delivered in September. Rich The Kid confirmed that he and Youngboy will be dropping their joint project Nobody Safe on November 13, so while we wait on that, stream their new single “Bankroll” and let us know if you’re looking forward to their album.

Rich The Kid & NBA Youngboy – Bankroll (prod. Budda Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Budda Beats

[Chorus: Rich the Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
Nah for real we got paper like King Koh’s
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
We gon’ stick to the money like Velcro
‘Member back when I couldn’t get an elbow
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
They would try to book a show, but they can’t pay the cost
Not an order for the see me at the booth pay a fee
I’ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water, with a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin’ ’bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
They gon’ go out, can’t save ’em, no need for the preach
And my shooters maneuver, no lock on the leash
Say you loyal, dishonor, no, fuck it, you keep
You a bitch, I’m a sinner, no way you could teach
I’ma jump out and walk and let Rich park the Benz
Every green flag go up when I do the [?]
I ain’t bringing ’em up, they wasn’t down when I needed
I got millions, that mean I don’t know how to treat her
I ain’t nothing like that
They be stalling, but I’m all in, oh yeah
Put an M on that
I don’t call them, you just calling, that’s fact

[Chorus: Rich the Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
Nah for real we got paper like King Koh’s
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
We gon’ stick to the money like Velcro
‘Member back when I couldn’t get an elbow
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
They would try to book a show, but they can’t pay the cost
Not an order for the see me at the booth pay a fee
I’ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water, with a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin’ ’bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
Two Rolls Royce trucks, that’s two brothers
Fuck her on the bed but not under covers
Say he rapping, he ain’t trapping, but he really undercover
We ain’t stressing ’bout the money, buy a Bentley for my mother
Nah, for real, they was hating way before the deal
She bad, want Birkin and Prada heels
Popped a pill
Diamonds on me, they Holyfield
That’s my brother, yeah for real, he can get a mil’
Niggas capping like they stepping, they ain’t in the field
Bankroll, walk with a hundo
So much money, had to stuff it in the condo

[Chorus: Rich the Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
Nah for real we got paper like King Koh’s
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
We gon’ stick to the money like Velcro
‘Member back when I couldn’t get an elbow
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
They would try to book a show, but they can’t pay the cost
Not an order for the see me at the booth pay a fee
I’ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water, with a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin’ ’bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet