Bank Notes
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
As a young trapper, a couple times I done fucked up
Couldn't manage money so I blew all my re up
Had to hit rock bottom first before i fixed up
Had a four year run, before had me banged up
Have you ever had to sit on a boss chair
Picky hair all year why cause I didn't care
I came out and realized the worlds selfish
But I'm generous, they wanted Darks I gave them Getrich
Cant duplicate there's only one Gifty
Trynna be a goat before the angels come
And get me
While your sitting there twiddling your thumbs
Man are out here daily going hard for the funds
Rude boy stop running up your gums
Car this smoke's to big for little man lungs
Easy access to dingers and guns
I'm not a fluff I don't hang around bums
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
Trap life they ain't nothing you can tell me
From three five to a thousand you can bell me
Never used go home, till it was all gone
I seen a mother smoking buj with her own son
I've made dough I've stacked dough an I've lost dough
I done a armers when my trap line was moving slow
But that's the old me, it's true people change
Real recognize real, and you're just looking strange
Making money's number one on my to do list
Come and link me I can show you how to do this
I bought my first crib at the age of 24
Then I went and done 3 years behind the door
Last year I packed it in, and quit music
My mom told me, boy you got it better use it
So I'm back in the booth on ma bull shit
Same time trynna get this duffel bag full quick
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
As a young trapper, a couple times I done fucked up
Couldn't manage money so I blew all my re up
Had to hit rock bottom first before i fixed up
Had a four year run, before had me banged up
Have you ever had to sit on a boss chair
Picky hair all year why cause I didn't care
I came out and realized the worlds selfish
But I'm generous, they wanted Darks I gave them Getrich
Cant duplicate there's only one Gifty
Trynna be a goat before the angels come
And get me
While your sitting there twiddling your thumbs
Man are out here daily going hard for the funds
Rude boy stop running up your gums
Car this smoke's to big for little man lungs
Easy access to dingers and guns
I'm not a fluff I don't hang around bums
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
Trap life they ain't nothing you can tell me
From three five to a thousand you can bell me
Never used go home, till it was all gone
I seen a mother smoking buj with her own son
I've made dough I've stacked dough an I've lost dough
I done a armers when my trap line was moving slow
But that's the old me, it's true people change
Real recognize real, and you're just looking strange
Making money's number one on my to do list
Come and link me I can show you how to do this
I bought my first crib at the age of 24
Then I went and done 3 years behind the door
Last year I packed it in, and quit music
My mom told me, boy you got it better use it
So I'm back in the booth on ma bull shit
Same time trynna get this duffel bag full quick
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
All I wanna see is bank notes
Give me more nothing less
Give me more nothing less
My new chick bust joke and rub down my back
She don't give me no stress
She don't give me no stress
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Writer(s): Gift Chuene
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