bankrupt

cuban doll

(man these bitches ain't on shit

man

i been popping

bitch just check my resume.)

hundred bands

times a hundred bands

can you get it

ain't no running man

keep a hundred rounds

we gon' get him

i ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch

cause i'm bigger and i'm better

keep a smith & wesson

we can do whatever

aye

you say you a boss

i know you a lame

and that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?

you ain't getting money girl you need a plan

you a broke bitch

always holding out your hand

i'm a real bitch

i just be getting bands

spend and get it back and i split it with my mans

that money in my hands put it right on your head

ain't no loss

i'm a boss i can do this shit again

aye

fuck a role we speak facts!

if a lame bitch talking i won't even speak back

keep that.45 all black

we strapped

we back

pop up on 'em make a bitch see that

aye

fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag

hopped in a foreign

bitch you hopped in a cab

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

aye!

aye

i'm a real bitch i can't fake shit

you a fucking pussy you don't say shit

you just figured it out

bruh

you late bitch

you a broke bitch you ain't got no bands to play with

somewhere out in cali do the dash in a spaceship

you somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit

you ain't tough

big bank take little bank

bitch you bankrupt

all them hoes losing but they ain't us

fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag

hopped in a foreign

bitch you hopped in a cab

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

aye

fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag

hopped in a foreign

bitch you hopped in a cab

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

aye

bitch bands

bands

gon' fuck up the dashboard

bitches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for

that's what this cash for

i need that like a landlord

you bitches half step

somebody please drop a bag on 'em

bitch why you lying you ain't never got no cash ho

ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you

bitches turned their back

yeah its cool i just stacked on 'em

i was getting money way before i seen rap money

them hoes hate together when that check end

but bitch you more broke than your best friend

that chop right beside me like my best man

fuck a wedding when it ring watch her head split

you ain't tough

big bank take little bank

bitch you bankrupt

all them hoes losing but they ain't us

you ain't tough

big bank take little bank

bitch you bankrupt

all them hoes losing but they ain't us

fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag

hopped in a foreign

bitch you hopped in a cab

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

aye

fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag

hopped in a foreign

bitch you hopped in a cab

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

aye

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass