Lyrics F*ck PNC Bank - YNW Melly
Alright
Go'n
get
it
Woo
woo,
yeah
Man,
it's
somethin'
'bout
this
mic
I
like
how
my
voice
be
soundin'
I
said
mic,
not
molly
You
dig,
hold
up,
I'm
recordin'
(Hey),
don't
hang
up
And
I'm
sober
as
fuck
Gucci,
Louis,
Fendi,
bitch,
I'm
all
about
a
bag
I
just
spent
16
hundred
dollars
on
a
bag,
ayy
Got
a
40
Glock
with
a
beam,
extended
mag,
ayy
It
don't
got
a
beam
but
it
still
get
on
your
ass,
ayy
Fuckin'
with
Young
Nigga
World
Them
boys
gon'
bust
your
ass,
uh
PNC
got
me
fucked
up,
they
talkin'
'bout
add,
ayy
I
told
her
I
want
20
thousand
cash,
huh
PNC
said,
"Hell
nah,
kiss
my
ass,"
oh
Uh,
yeah
yeah,
uh
uh,
yeah
yeah
Oh
oh,
yeah
yeah,
all
I
want
is
cash,
yeah
Oh
oh,
yeah
yeah,
all
to
pop
a
bag
I
spent
16
hundred
on
a
pack
Now
I
gotta
hit
the
bank
every
single
day
(I'm
tired)
YNW,
I'm
talkin'
'bout
Young
Nigga
Way
Have
you
ever
seen
a
hundred
round
on
SK?
(Never)
Have
you
ever
seen
two
freaky
bitches
goin'
gay?
('Cause
I
did)
Have
you
ever
seen
a
nigga
whip
up
the
yay?
(No)
I'ma
tell
you
now,
you
never
seen
it,
you
copy
(Copper)
I'ma
tell
you
now,
you
never
post
in
the
trap
(The
trap)
I'ma
keep
it
real
'til
the
day
I
collapse
'Til
my
heart
drop
to
my
stomach,
I'ma
keep
spazzin'
I'm
a
young
rich
nigga,
Maserati
and
an
Aston
I
want
'em,
I
want
'em
Uh,
fuck,
damn,
I
don't
really
like
this
Maserati
truck
I
want
a
Lambo
with
18
passenger
seats
Your
main
bitch
say
she
wanna
suck
a
young
nigga's
meat
It's
Melly,
baby,
and
your
bitch
tryna
swallow
my
skeet
Ooh,
ooh,
nigga
sweet
like
Reese's
Pieces
Gucci,
Louis,
Fendi,
bitch,
I'm
all
about
a
bag
I
just
spent
16
hundred
dollars
on
a
bag,
ayy
Got
a
40
Glock
with
a
beam,
extended
mag,
ayy
It
don't
got
a
beam
but
it
still
get
on
your
ass,
ayy
Fuckin'
with
Young
Nigga
World,
them
boys
gon'
bust
your
ass,
uh
PNC
got
me
fucked
up,
they
talkin'
'bout
add,
ayy
I
told
her
I
want
20
thousand
cash,
huh
PNC
said,
"Hell
nah,
kiss
my
ass"
Uh,
yeah
yeah,
uh
uh,
yeah
yeah
Oh
oh,
yeah
yeah,
all
I
want
is
cash,
yeah
Oh
oh,
yeah
yeah,
all
to
pop
a
bag
I
spent
16
hundred
on
a
pack
I
say
wash
that
dirty
money
with
me
I
say
won't
you
bome
and
wash
that
dirty
money
with
me
Oh
yeah
yeah,
count
them
dirty
hundreds
with
me
Oh
yeah
yeah,
count
them
dirty
hundreds
with
me
Oh
yeah
yeah,
walk
through
the
bank
like
bitch
kiss
my
ass
Walk
through
the
bank
and
I
popped
a
price
tag
Swipe
the
credit
card
in
the
middle
of
the
store
I'm
important
to
Gucci,
been
to
too
many
times
before
Racks
on
me
What
am
I
gon'
do
with
all
these
racks
on
me?
What
am
I
gon'
do
with
all
these
racks
on
me?
What
am
I
gon'
do
with
all
these
racks
on
me?
Ayy
Go
and
get
the
money
Fuck
it
up
and
get
them
bommas,
baby
Go
and
get
the
money
Fuck
it
up
and
get
them
bommas,
baby,
oh
Go
and
get
them
bommas,
ayy
Go
and
get
them
bommas
You
could
fuck
the
banker's
mama,
yeah
Gucci,
Louis,
Fendi,
bitch,
I'm
all
about
a
bag
I
just
spent
16
hundred
dollars
on
a
bag,
ayy
Got
a
40
Glock
with
a
beam,
extended
mag,
ayy
It
don't
got
a
beam
but
it
still
get
on
your
ass,
ayy
Fuckin'
with
Young
Nigga
World
Them
boys
gon'
bust
your
ass,
uh
PNC
got
me
fucked
up,
they
talkin'
'bout
add,
ayy
I
told
her
I
want
20
thousand
cash,
huh
PNC
said,
"Hell
nah,
kiss
my
ass"
Uh,
yeah
yeah,
uh
uh,
yeah
yeah
Oh
oh,
yeah
yeah,
all
I
want
is
cash,
yeah
Oh
oh,
yeah
yeah,
all
to
pop
a
bag
I
spent
16
hundred
on
a
pack
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