Lyrics:
in my account-account
Banks calling me for awards - respect
Pu**y so thight I can't fit in - oooh
Bitches paying millions just to see me - sing
We got
I just left the bank but I aint fishing
Shots off the glass call the bank cuz I aint missing
I use to call the bank to check the weather, I
'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he
been in them knickers
Shot my shot every single time cuz man don't see no mrs
I’m a glitch in her matrix drip made her think I’m famous
All white like
Who's got beef with me, ready know I got em shot at
Os in the bank stack behind the one, I got em
Step by step I step away, gain length from
When I come back, I'll be shootin' more than just paintballs
Trust me
Monkey see, monkey do
Don't ever make the first move, just let 'em come to you
the shots I can be the tank
I showed up took all the shots I ain't even faint
Ima need alot of strength to take the bag to bank
Sometimes I'm in need of more
Take one more shot for the liquor
A little more liquor
Yeah, one more shot for the liquor
Just a little more liquor
He used to see the night
Take one more shot for the liquor
A little more liquor
Yeah, one more shot for the liquor
Just a little more liquor
He used to see the night
You're
Bang bang
Seventeen shots to the heart when they see me
Can't do love again every time it's the same thing
Cupid drive-by to the head it go bang
heart and see the betrayal, the lies, the pain that it done been told
Yeah, that's why I rather grind all on my own
That's why I rather trap all by
with me
You know you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired
see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I
and taxes
And me fucking on a thick jawn with asses
Got more white women in my pants than LuLu Lemon
They foreheads getting tapped by my necklace emblem
No
(Thank you)
Bitch, you see a pussy ass nigga
When you look inside the mirror
(What the fuck?)
Can't even rob banks no more 'cause
Now I'm a public figure
More banks to split
Jay-Z motherfucker, who you think this is?
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release
'm sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't
to a BOX
I'm the best round here when it comes to a shot
Flows I got more than lot
I'm a lock jaw if they wanna call man a dog
Send heads tops high like
I'm 300, million
One more shot, free Meech nigga
Rap game in a chokehold like
Go to sleep nigga started from the bottom
Now we here motherfucker
We some
I'm Lampard
I seen way more racks in this mat
Then I ever did see off a bank card
That's facts cuz
They love to see a man down
Talk on my name
Way too
gettin' shot by the bullets of my enemies
Rest in peace, to all my fallen homies
Young souljas turned victim at the full moon
I still shiver when I glance
on repeat
He hates when I'm writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,
Vibrating and all that
I don't wanna see no wall crack
I
or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices
to gangbang
Will I change
Hell nah nigga
Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga
Trip
I shot em down
I shot em , shot em down
And if the too
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