Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out
Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/
They're damaged living lavish claiming they can handle savings but fail to prove
It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news
We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account
Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about
Sounds like they got a thong on and got strong bonds with feminine activists
Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts
One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out
While she blame mesecrets in tha dark
And my bank account look just like a phone card
Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to
So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you
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