Songtexte Bank - YD

I been popping my shit so I just got

A check and went straight to The Bank

I go crazy when I'm shopping rocking all

Type of designer watch Me drip like a sink

I kick big shit like eight legs

Yo bitch got good brain eight heads

Only talking to the feds if it end in x

Put my name in the line fir the strongest pack

I be stuffing bands in all my fucking pockets yea

Mommy hit my line she like I'm proud of ya

All I smoke is exotic everybody hit my line

My plug done turnt me up

Imma get some money and go spend it all on jewelry

I had cut her off because lil momma was delirious

She talk back too much don't even take that shit from Siri

You can hit my line I'm pulling up

Yea I'm on time I won't ever be late

If it's bout that cake I'll pop out

Like a stripper every day a birthday

You can't get in my way

I put a seven on his chest like he kapernick

I got the lowest price in town u can cap on it

I'm always outside ain't no kap on that

Make her ass grip the head like a strapback

Bro this shit ain't smoking take ya pack back

Imma get the ring like a god dam fiancee

Only time I play is when it's mutha fucking gun play

Imma do me ion care about what they say

Go and get the add I ain't talking bout no damn play

Imma make yo bitch come and sit right on my face

Young black n imma handsome mutha fucka

After I perform I bet yo hoe gone wanna cuff me

I got all these god dam bands on me

Different jet beauty every mutha fucking week

I bet my shit Lou and it won't have no seeds

Put yo shit out you smoking sea weed

Lame ass n wanna be me

We can roll it up and we can see who shit the loudest

Imma put it on that's why I always look so stylish

Imma catch a body won't nobody talk about it

Lay that bit down like a mutha fucking pallet