Lyrics:
I love fast money
Them bitches was too ratchet, bro, like he likes no bunnies
Yeah, bank accounts, hit em, wipe em, free bands, zombies
I live this
(yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Ayy, long live my nigga
multiple women, I can't keep no account (keep no account)
Takin' care of multiple women, out of seperate accounts
Every time I sat in a cell, you send
my shoes
There weren't another other way to be
For them lovable losers and no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me, yeah
my shoes
There weren't another other way to be
For them lovable losers and no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me, yeah
relevant
I don't relate with demon time or no accounts in negative
No accounts in negative
Negativity
No accounts in negative
Demon time and no accounts in
the racks in the couch
Bitch I don't need no account
They trying copy and ride on my wave
Bitch I'm the SpillGod I'll dig you a grave
And when they see me got
a hundred k without no accounts
And I'm still giving out my hand but it don't seem to count
Like how I give you something then next day you back to broke
tell 'em what you think
You're gonna call me crazy, a low down no account fool
And you're gonna say you hate me, girl, do what you gotta do
But when
of trouble
I guess, he's just a no account pup
But I wish that he were double
He's a tramp, he's a rover
And there's nothing more to say
If he's a tramp, he's
don't try me (don't test me boy)
I'm smokin' and token and blowin' these O's
I'm smokin' and token and blowin' these O's
Stacking my money no bank account
could spend
But no bank account is worth this pain
I'd give my last dime if i could make you stay, hey
What happened to our plans of flying away?
I know
I'm drivin' this car just as fast as I can
Runnin' with the wind startin' all over again
I ain't thinkin' twice 'bout that no account man
It's a good
I'm drivin' this car just as fast as I can
Runnin' with the wind startin' all over again
I ain't thinkin' twice 'bout that no account man
It's a good
He came to town on an old freight train
He jumped off in the pouring rain
Everybody said he's insane
Just a low down no account hobo
He made
moments have no accounts of sin
This life is more one we Racking twins
Always alone I thought you would be used to this
Dance in the night so imma count me
friends
And when he's finished lyin'
Tell em'
I got receipts
Like bands in the bag
No dye packs
Account in the black
I got receipts
Old voicemails
He came to town on an old freight train
He jumped off in the pouring rain
Everybody said he's insane
Just a low down no account hobo
He made
account but there is no account
I don't trust the bank so I still stack my money in a couch
I'm a dope boy actually
I'm a shooter like I'm Doe Boy slide in
way to be
For loveable losers
And no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me
Yeah, Lord
Hey, yeah, yeah, that's a good one
and the gold but he never found where that roads gone
I'ma pull up with the hoes and the bros in the back
And they never swerving around at the woah
Yeah, watch
I really got it right now
Getting love every time I go out
I really got it right now
Ain't never gotta check no account
I really got it right now
No
way to be
For loveable losers
And no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me
Yeah, Lord
Hey, yeah, yeah, that's a good one
Yeah!
Record boss said we would be a smash
Yeah, go straight to Number One
He talked of hits and tours and lots of cash
And all the time it
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