Lyrics:
imma grind
Give it my all like all the time
Remember when i ain’t have dime
Now I flex like all the time
Had a dollar in my bank account
Now my fingers
Call me depressed
Bested the rest
Best of the rest
Heavy metal, push to the pedal
Like popcorn, pop like kettle
Dismay
I got money, I got accounts
Hang in that Tic Tac Toe
I cannot get up close
Yeah I be stealing away all shows
They just collecting no's
Digits on my bank account 6 o's
Freezing
Staring at me everywhere
I Know they watching now
Count the cash advance
Deposit in my bank account
In your bitch
I Split the Red Sea
Like I’m Moses Now
Aye
Toe tag
Body bag
You really don't see me like a hologram
I froze my accounts for my Instagram
I paused my accounts for count me out man
Still
They sleeping on me, tell them bitches keep snoring
Broke nigga can't vibe, conversation be boring
Run up the check, till the account is enormous
I’ll take it anyway it comes
Whether it’s paper or it’s coins
You can write a check or transfer
funds
Put it in my account or in my palms
I’ll take
pourin' so much, it's turnin' brown (Brown)
Oh, that's a dent in my bank account (Account okay)
Got some problems to work around
I need a person to coerce
money is a habit
Put in a shoe box or bank account
Others put it in a mattress
Go for more than I could ever count
I want that cash in my hand no
the dough
Then bounce and leave your bank account broke
I don't fuck with bitches I don't with fuck with niggas
Don't come around with that sneak dissin got
sure
I keep money in my accounts
You the reason you the reason
I swear you the reason
You the reason why I hustle
You the reason why I grind
You
So I got big plans, big plans
On how to bring in big bands on really big scams
Go and grab the stick we gon hit a lick man
Watch yo bank account you
baby)
You drive me crazy oo (My baby)
Duro Duro
What you want from me
Anything you like
I go work for it
I get plenty money for my account
Take am
Duro
These Niggas be mad
Cuz I'm in my bag
And I'm in my Sack
And I'm getting cash
You check they account and that shit looking sad
They browning money
accounts to a safe
Might go million estate
Bitch I'm Self made, Self Paid
I get infinite weight
Taking risk ain't afraid
Ballin out in L.A.
These is
Dis Dat Phat Mack
Just checked my bank account and hit the cabbage patch
Feeling like Fat Sacks
Personal lottery lil baby stand back
Like Dre
I just
Got the bag
Bank account
Gotta
Limp
Whole family
Got rich
Got a new
House and shit
Yea
I just
Got the bag
Thank god
We all fit
Not
views I bet you take account
I’m too busy for a hoe I’m focused on my bank account
And nothing's ever gonna change that’s all I fucking care about, aye
Huh, I like this, yeah I like this,woah
BT what's hadnin, woah, SoPlaya, yeah
I won't stop til they feel it bank account on a milli
They don't
account
Stuck in the house still on the same shit
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship
Punched in, can't punch out, yeah
All money in had
See I come from the trenches
Lot of niggas they don’t make it out
I’m tryna move my momma in a house
Build up my bank account
Had to get it
Check the accounts I checks the amounts
I'm Shining so bright you can turn off the lights
All in designer 'cuz thats what I like
I drip too hard when
Sign up for OGUsers get you a brand new account
You Load up discord and make a fake middleman account
Once you make those, you better start searching
Got my account looking Swiss
Yeah
I only come with the hits, who do it better than this
I never miss
Woah
Nah
Uh
Yeah
Got my account looking Swiss
I
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