Debit

Hit 'em with the flex Old Ben

Haters mad I roll with debit no credit
If it ain't in the bank, man you know I won't spend it
I got money on my mind, but I own it all
I show my bank app, and the girls they take it off

Bitch I'm gon' give you my card
My bank account lookin' large
Fuck an ID bitch I gotta PIN
No hesitation just put it in

I fuck with debit no credit and if you ain't with it
You probably spend it like nobody told you that money ain't infinite
But if I gotta sign bitch I ain't dippin' it

No monthly fees, I've got a Visa
Five hundred G's, my shit do not freeze up
Debit gang, debit gang, I just bought a chain with the money in my bank
Credit lame, credit lame, hope you go broke, only got yourself to thank

Financial responsibility, cause I'm not with the limiting
Hop in the Porsche, can't spend it all, cause my account infinity
I like the chip, not the swipe
Yeah, I fuck with amenities
Debit, buying my whip, using my PIN to prove my validity
Don't own a Discover, that shit's a chore
You want my FICO, I ain't got a score
Got your bitch bent back on all fours
Got her pic in my wallet and more
My debit card's a flex
Fuck AMEX
I put my chip in (RAW), fuck safe sex

Fuck a Discover card
Fuck your Southwest miles
If you go bankrupt
I'll be at your trial

Credit cards are all scams
Save your money like a man (or a woman)
If you can't make it through the month
You gotta make a better plan

Haters mad I roll with debit no credit
If it ain't in the bank, man you know I won't spend it
I got money on my mind, but I own it all
I show my bank app, and the girls they take it off

You say swipe, I say (where)
Debit purchase, my (flair)
See my balance, don't (stare)
Flexin money, don't (care)
On a date, use my Visa
Hennessy, copped a liter
I got money, please believe it
You're in class, please be seated
Copped a beamer, undefeated
Your account looks so depleted
See some pussy, or some credit
Beat it up like Ike did Tina
Throw your plastic on the floor
You in debt walk out my door
Financed Tesla on the shore
You got money I got more

I don't even know how a credit card works
I don't even know how to sign up
I don't even know about the airline perks
All my money tied up
What is a credit score
What is the credit for
Minimum balance, minimum payment
I don't know shit, I save my wages
I'm only spendin' the money I have
Debit card digital cash
Infinity money, I'm not good at math
Heavy card, throw it in the trash
Debit gang, debit gang, I just bought a chain with the money in my bank
Credit lame, credit lame, hope you go broke, only got yourself to thank

Haters mad I roll with debit no credit
If it ain't in the bank, man you know I won't spend it
I got money on my mind, but I own it all
I show my bank app, and the girls they take it off



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Writer(s): Carlos Garcia
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