Lyrics:
Get your shit together
For now until forever
Do you need a reminder
Accounts sind free on Grindr
Pretty pretty please
All mighty man help me
I can't
Casey is stuck at the grocery store
She bought a red car
Just to get her real far
But that red car was a gas eating giant
She didn't account for that
cry on my shoulder, it's way too cold (too cold)
Bank account matchin' my attitude (yeah)
I would hate me too, I ain't mad at you
Heart so cold
we get outta sorts
Might short circuit
Way back to connection not always as short
But it's always there at the core
Might where you are feel like love
30-pounds bitch how much do you weigh?
Shorts so fucking short that bitches ass be on the Dee-splay
Uh, and I'm getting really rich
Hop out on yo block now
Ksubi booty shorts, Vetements hoodie
You know that she fucking with Meechie
I done ran up some racks
And I bought me a chain
The diamonds,
was a short term solution, I'm a long term planner
Avoided LEO had the radar almost copped a scanner
Always a legit dealer never was a scammer
If I said
Yea my bag so tall, but my attitude's short
Not to brag lil baby, but I'm counting up more
Lie flat lil baby, when I'm fuckin on the floor
Chain so
I can't leave my house
Or answer the phone
I'm going down again
But I'm not alone
Settling at last
Accounts of the soul
This for the trash
Overkill, have you had your fill
Come to expect it
Off the wall, too short or too tall
System rejects it
Lost the handle, what's it all been for?
excluded I had nickels addin' up to her kind (ha)
Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels
Sayin' she didn't need a man to make her out for a fool
Dig it,
Bitch auf den Arlens
Dank meiner Bank-Account-Balance
Ich kann leider nicht offen mit euch reden
Aufgrund eines laufenden Verfahrens
Pull' up mit Kayef
My face shining, looking like some salmon skin
All twelve Reggie Hammond, holding hammers him
Never speak, he like that short silent type
I'm in
Renting is for suckers right now
A dependable savings
And you'll retire with money in your account
Beast
YOLO, say no no
Isolate yourself
And just roll
being down with you
Hooked up 82' plus 6
When you gave me my fix
You fixed my house and banking accounts
You fixed me up with too many women to count
Urge those working, with such machinery
To keep their hair tied back
Contained in hair nets or cut short
Fit and happy he was healthy at 71kgs
when you a lion, warm hearted
Bank account comma, but still get your undergarments from Target
With a penthouse apartment
Kinda nigga still ready to piss
of tha young folk
Yo simity Sam
It gettin gun hoe
Nicca bank account got one 0
He could snort lines wit his dick
N wont cum dope
They stringin' you
got every car
I get dope money, never did a fraud
M's in my account, never had a card
Made it out the trap, nigga living large
I was working hard,
for my digit's
Like who in the hell still says digit's?
Like who in the hell still wears fiddit's?
Short patience, sick midgets, switch it
You can never
The finest type of China white and cocaine, you'll see
Honey, I'm home! Never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny we're so out of this
to let my nuts hang
I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang
I hit the set BET CHECK I'M IN EFFECT!
And if ya fall short, BITCH YA
uh
Drop the top in the winter, yeah, just to show 'em how I'm feelin', uh
Bank account gettin' bigger, yeah, bigger, bigger, and bigger
Diamonds Ike
You say I'm cheatin' on you
It's more like I've been sleepin' on you
Long days turn to short nights
And short nights mean another fight We always
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