Lyrics:
better now
I can't even trust a sweater now
Always say that there's a better route
I need 3 commas in the bank account
I need real love not a fake amount
I got a bank account, tell me is it big enough
Two levels in my house, tell me is it big enough
You wanna take a ride? Tell me is it big enough
I do
leading charge
I get a bag you shoulda knew that it was large
So much money in the account i can't even Zelle
She so bad they send me birds right thru
Can't take my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth, be-back and forth
From in the streets or right back in court
Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
Can't take my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth, uh, back back and forth
I'm giving credit where credit is due, you damn near the best
I found out later that your game was strictly undercover
But found out early that your
you deposit tuppence in a bank account
Soon you'll see
That it blooms into credit of a generous amount
Semiannually
And you'll achieve that sense
you deposit tuppence in a bank account
Soon you'll see
That it blooms into credit of a generous amount
Semiannually
And you'll achieve that sense
Keep faking nigga, you going To pay for that
Definitely, OME
That credit, imma dead it off Top
You gotta pay for that
Ain't no deals, nigga, go Ahead
waitin'
I'm gettin' off
I'ma charge it to my credit card and I'ma charge it to my heart
We can keep it in the dark, but if you want, I'll show you off
like 3 days
I lost job next right before my bday
Niggas got drunk then belligerent with DJ
Stood my shordy up she was only tryna see bae
DUI charge had
down or the Plain Jane
Had to chef it like Raekwon
How you spitting if your brains gone
I'm the boss, so I take charge
You a fiend, you just take
Say lil bitch come ride with a nigga
You aint gotta get high just vibe with a nigga
Credit card got slide get fly with a nigga
Taking all your
now
F*ck a critic
They don't gimme credit
So i'm jus dealin wt the debit now
Steady now
Nothin to see
I gotta charge em a fee
Makin moves overseas
I
society
And to get the resources to do what you want
You have to stand out
Money is how we transfer wealth
Money is social credit's
It is the ability
cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate
a charge
Til it's time to take a charge
Just threw my youngin 10
Try my hardest answer every call
We done build this shit up from the ground
Tell me nigga,
want that lawd
Zero to a hundred mi nah stop charge
Hungry fimi treasure like a croc mi a starve
Cah mi affi bring e food when mi touch back yard
Ramp
my rims black
My credit cards, all black
I’m looking over yo crib private jet I get
Black ghetto burr we swerve
Talking shit like an adlib
I'm Papa
Yung Lan on the track
It's your boy Versace Man
Scooter trap rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin'
Street, can I get some credit? You ain't
Letters read: Nas, they could never bury me
But through me, my nigga, you free
Truly reppin' QB, my life is like a movie
The credit's at the end
credit check
Some people will pay you
With one eye on the clock
Others will have to pay
Through that friendly neighborhood loan shark
Fast, fierce
-Hello
-Fantasy hotline?
-What's your credit card number?
-69667113
-Your phone number?
-7 51 61 77
-What's your fantasy?
-I just wanna speak
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge
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