Lyrics:
everyday
We blowin bitches back out in every way
We dumpin' on fools who be actin hard
Your whole damn family will get blown off
Cause you ain't worth shit
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
My mama told me save that money, bank accounts,
Put the pedal to the medal
Yeah my brothers know we dashin
Till the bank full will not settle
Yeah my brothers know i cash in
Flipped the switch
gun pop
Loving on me nonstop
Winning by a long shot
It's more than just an interlude
And this another magnitude
Can never get it misconstrued
No need
know I got some talent but I'm wondering why
I feel like this
I don't got nothing and I'm stuck in my mind
I'm insecure and nobody has stuck by my side
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
to what
Now the funniest part of this is the fact that
They thought this was a damn brilliant plan
Did she just say we tried to rob a bank
They sent in
to stop me
'cause honestly I can keep goin' forever (and ever)
You measure a man by they likes on the 'Gram
but how do he move under pressure? (Hah)
she on Apollo
And I'm cashin' out the bank, I need my bankroll by tomorrow
Smoking dope all to my face, I'm getting Cardiac arrest (Arrest)
And she just
the balaclava
Twins on my hips
Bank account got commas
Ride the horse with a samurai sword
With a blacked out fit
Aye
Damn, shit
Bloody fists with a knife will
into the finest places
New house lookin' so damn spacious
Jumpin' you in and out of them spaceships
Buy you bags that you can't pronounce
Bank accounts
(graa)
Hit a woo walk with a leg (woo)
Then spin around real quick (damn)
Then you grab shorty by the head (what else?)
Make her go down on the dick (okay)
to a bank like run it
Pull up on the white man run it
18 striped up rank
18 stacked up bank
Seen him comin
So they ran damn
Boy just be ghost in this
Ooooo-ah
Mmmmmm
Just keep it real with yourself one time
It's 2 A.M. and you feel like calling
I know what you want by the tone that you
on the Grand Finale
[Toxic]
Yeah
that's tha shit I'm talkin about nigga
Now its time for Turtle Banks to spit
[Turtle Banks]
Turtle Banks
You know
have to set an example today
And blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
Takin all you stupid
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But his bank
tow
We don't care what
Mama don't allow here anymore
Tiger tea, tiger gee, you my Tiger Rose
Gently roll me, honey, while I sing your song
On the bank
I got 25, 35, 55, 85, whole lotta racks in the bank
I got all of my niggas round here to slide if you ride by, what the fuck did you think
On that
niggas who want me to fall
But in they mind they know that I can't
I know some niggas who flexing on Insta
An end up in debt crying to the bank
Ahh damn
did it by my self
when you know know I guess you know god damn god damn I guess you know
I did it by my self
Oh really
All my boys tell me I go Rambo
I
I'm only two shots deep but
Damn, you got me feelin like the man bitch
Spittin supersonic like my name is Jackie Chan
Like damn, I might pop a couple
Wonder why I try
I just can't can't
I just can't think
With my main thing
Smoking heavy swerving chevy
Riding out my damn lane
I just can't
I just
always keep her ass out
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a cash cow
Running through the city, making money til I
Damn
Youngins they on go
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