Came From the Projects Lyrics

Quicktrip Lyrics



Long live Bankroll n***a
D. Rich what’s happening?
Quicktrip what it do?
Street Money Worldwide
Snow season n***a
I’m sitting in this all white Mulsanne
White seats, white sweats on
So I don’t f**k up my leather n***a
N***as better get it together n***a


New coupe, all white
‘Bout to hog up the lane fill
Young n***a ballin’ hard
Got traffic in the stash still
Won’t stop ‘til I get a milly
Gotta bring the whole fam here
Won’t stop until I get a jet
Got to build me a landing strip
I’m right here now n***a
Came from the projects
Why I talk a lot of sh*t now
Cause I ain’t never had sh*t
Get up off your a** n***a
Go ride another n***a’s d**k
You wouldn’t be in that position n***a
If you was doing your own sh*t


Yeah I got my name from the projects
Yeah I got this game from the projects
Ran straight to get the Bentley truck
Y’all can go’n ‘head and get the Masi
Catch me 458 with Que
Or riding 488 with
Soon as I get that Bentley truck n***a
Going straight to pick up my son
Who you want to hang with Jordan?
Said Bankroll, let’s
Street Money CEO dead
Had to help mom raise his son
Tank top on, motor store
Cooking dope in some Juans
Ali fronted me my first brick
Told me hit ‘em up when I was done
On the street doing real numbers
Me, Kevin Whiteboy, and Rocky
Started off selling nicks n***a
Then I learned how to save the projects
Now the money got so big
Had to get a bigger safe deposit
Long live Bankroll n***a
Street Money Worldwide, I got him

New coupe, all white
‘Bout to hog up the lane fill
Young n***a ballin’ hard
Got traffic in the stash still
Won’t stop ‘til I get a milly
Gotta bring the whole fam here
Won’t stop until I get a jet
Got to build me a landing strip
I’m right here now n***a
Came from the projects
Why I talk a lot of sh*t now
Cause I ain’t never had sh*t
Get up off your a** n***a
Go ride another n***a’s d**k
You wouldn’t be in that position n***a
If you was doing your own sh*t


New spot all white
Yellow horses in the steering wheel
Give a pu**y n***a migraines
Glovebox full of Advil
Hundred thousand, Magic City shoot
On the stage, everybody witness
I don’t throw that talkin’ a** ho
B*t*h tellin’ everybody’s business
Told her I look better on her resume then she’ll ever look on mine
BET at the gold room, Cubans on, everybody blind
ATL all out to Houston
Got street money worldwide
Rap n***as all be riding waves
Watch a real n***a change the tide
Back to back Bentleys in my hood
Yeah they call me dark skin Obama
Inside of so many drugs
Yeah b*t*h I could’ve been a drummer
They say Snow you’re going hard
I say I ain’t going hard enough
Copped that million dollar
Put that b*t*h right up in the bluff
From the projects, eating fried chicken
Now a n***a eating calamari
So many in the bank, should’ve been on an episode of Maury
Gave my grandma 500 dollars
She put on a broad with the t**ties
Coupe cost 500 thousand
Hear them pipes all across the city

New coupe, all white
‘Bout to hog up the lane fill
Young n***a ballin’ hard
Got traffic in the stash still
Won’t stop ‘til I get a milly
Gotta bring the whole fam here
Won’t stop until I get a jet
Got to build me a landing strip
I’m right here now n***a
Came from the projects
Why I talk a lot of sh*t now
Cause I ain’t never had sh*t
Get up off your a** n***a
Go ride another n***a’s d**k
You wouldn’t be in that position n***a
If you was doing your own sh*t




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