J5 - BANK

BANK

You are now tuned in to one of the hottest young niggas in Phoenix Arizona
Ya heard me
All factual... believe that
This ain't no motherfuckin facade ya heard me

Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe, I got bank hoe
Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got

Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe, I got bank hoe
Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe, I got bank hoe

Name a city a young nigga can't go
Take yo bitch and pass her, put on the bang bros
F&N on me so no I can't aim low (Low)
She talking hot girl summer, then she on go (Go)
I'm the hottest in Phoenix and I mean that
Like St. Patty Day, where the green at (Green at)
She tryna fuck all day where bean at
Never missing, bullets hittin where the beam at (Beam at)
Copped the Benz just so I can drop the top on it
I feel like wezzy F baby show me my opponent (Yea)
Never chasing hoes only really chasing moments (Yea)
I be damn if I'm eating and my niggas hungry (Hungry)
Choppas with extendos shooting like I'm bloc boy (Bloc boy)
All this bling bling on me ima hot boy (Hot boy)
Mixed the perc with the lean I can't stop boy (Stop boy)
And when you see me, you see everything you not boy (Not boy)
Cause I'm motherfucking hot boy
Mixed the perc with the lean I can't stop boy
I can't stop boy

Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe, I got, I got
Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe, I got bank hoe
Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe, I got bank hoe

My Vietnamese bitch she tryna fuck again, I'm like Nguyen
Told ain't fucking unless she bring her friend
Fuck that, up the score man I'm tryna win again
Spin twice so we ain't gotta spin again
I po a 8 of that mud in Fanta (Yessir)
You know I keep them hoes with me like I'm Santa (Santa)
Before the mask it was dickies and Bandas
She gone do what I say She got manners (Yessir)
Tryna put the hood on like I'm travon
Aint no call of duty aint no chance to respawn
Bag on my head? Nigga get ya refund
We up and we don't really do re runs
I'm clutching Finger fucking the ruger
One wrong move get yo popped in ya mudula
Feel like I'm playing for the nets Whole team full of shooters
Don't play with me, nigga ain't one of them i'll do ya (Na forreal)

Nigga I'll do ya

Ain't worried about no motherfucking stank hoe
Pull up to the spot with a motherfucking bank roll
I got bank hoe

I told you, you are now tuned in to one of the hottest niggas in Phoenix Arizona
(36 Gang in this bitch, ya heard)
Believe that



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Writer(s): Jamal Blackwell
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