Screen Door – English Lyrics

• By: Mike WiLL Made-It, Bankroll Fresh
• Album: #Ransom

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

I'm back, young nigga.

One door... I'm good at school.

Screamin' out real wild, I know you know it.

Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll.

Oh you got hundreds.

Real hundreds, though.

Yeah, real hundreds. Real hundreds. Yeah.

Comin' up, I knew that one day I'd be the man

Started out sackin' up grams at grams

Nigga had a plan soon as the money hit my hand

Time to expand, it's time to advance

Workin' out the door, whole dope, whole sold out

Camera see you roll out, come here and purchase a whole lot

See you through the screen door, we ain't gotta keep the door locked

Cut the .44, pop, pop, pop, pop

Young nigga got a swag like no other

Right now we extort your brother

Pull up right there where your mother

Until your bitch ass discover

These niggas play undercover

That's why I could never trust you

You know that these streets ain't for you

I came here to make it double

Blue hundreds, they stuck together

My stones invisible set 'em

Get wrong, pussy, we'll check 'em

Boy, hoes I got several

If I fuck, they'll let yah

They call me the street's professor

I came here to give a lecture

Wintertime Mike Will Made It sweater

Matchin' the Margiela

I'm fresher than whoever

I'm trappin' out the ghetto

Hotter than a tea kettle

I got racks on my schedule

Mike WiLL, he blessed the beat

Street money, bless the streets

Comin' up, I knew that one day I'd be the man

Started out sackin' up grams at grams

Nigga had a plan soon as the money hit my hand

Time to expand, it's time to advance

Workin' out the door, whole dope, whole sold out

Camera see you roll out, come here and purchase a whole lot

See you through the screen door, we ain't gotta keep the door locked

Cut the .44, pop, pop, pop, pop

I came from the era where niggas trappin' to get it

I'm from the era where we turn quarters to 50s

You from the era where niggas too lazy to get it

These niggas layin' down, they gettin' outworked by the bitches

Me I keep this shit consistent

My card ain't got no limit, I'm spendin'

I'm with your bitch, it's none of your business

Know that my cars is tinted, you dig it?

I love money and plenty of women

Jesus piece, forgive me for sinnin'

Forgive me for sinnin'

Jesus piece is on me, goddamn I'm gettin' it

Comin' up, I knew that one day I'd be the man

Started out sackin' up grams at grams

Nigga had a plan soon as the money hit my hand

Time to expand, it's time to advance

Workin' out the door, whole dope, whole sold out

Camera see you roll out, come here and purchase a whole lot

See you through the screen door, we ain't gotta keep the door locked

Cut the .44, pop, pop, pop, pop