Deposits (feat. Donnie Breeze)
Yeah
We make deposits and don't got accountants
We make deposits and don't got accountants
Y'all niggas broke trying to rob for them ounces
Drip on this bitch like a broke water fountain
Trap through the night I'm addicted to counting
She bounce on the D like she got them good knees
Just got the re up I'm on the back street
Been getting money my dogs got to eat
They got to pay me they want me to speak
Went to Miami to ball like the heat
When I'm in the corner I just pull up for three
Step in the stu and go beat up the beat
When she acting crazy I fuck her to sleep
Just keep it real if you fucking with me
Been through some shit left my heart in the streets
If I don't know you I'm charging a fee
If I don't know you I'm charging a fee
Like woah we just get them things in for the low
Shawty like to strip up on the pole
Now I get my money on the road
I just had to dodge a few hoes oh oh
X them out tic tac toe
Now I'm about to scrape it out the bowl
Shawty got coke on her nose
They know that we next to blow
We make deposits and don't got accountants
Y'all niggas broke trying to rob for them ounces
Drip on this bitch like a broke water fountain
Trap through the night I'm addicted to counting
She bounce on the D like she got them good knees
Just got the re up I'm on the back street
Been getting money my dogs got to eat
They got to pay me they want me to speak
I remember being broke boy
Shit was no joke boy
Damn that was just last week
Now they like "Oh boy"
Shine like a dope boy
Ain't even reach my peak
Life's good it's fantastic ain't fucking with you because you been lacking
Bitches want the D because I been packing
I been bombing beats like I'm Bin Laden
My squad so dangerous
I got killers on my call log
Haters want to see me fall off
In the game playing hard ball
I could lose it all and get it back again
Come aboard the train I'm on the track to win
I'm the one lets not pretend
Sucka shit I don't reccomend
We make deposits and don't got accountants
Y'all niggas broke trying to rob for them ounces
Drip on this bitch like a broke water fountain
Trap through the night I'm addicted to counting
She bounce on the D like she got them good knees
Just got the re up I'm on the back street
Been getting money my dogs got to eat
They got to pay me they want me to speak
We make deposits and don't got accountants
We make deposits and don't got accountants
Y'all niggas broke trying to rob for them ounces
Drip on this bitch like a broke water fountain
Trap through the night I'm addicted to counting
She bounce on the D like she got them good knees
Just got the re up I'm on the back street
Been getting money my dogs got to eat
They got to pay me they want me to speak
Went to Miami to ball like the heat
When I'm in the corner I just pull up for three
Step in the stu and go beat up the beat
When she acting crazy I fuck her to sleep
Just keep it real if you fucking with me
Been through some shit left my heart in the streets
If I don't know you I'm charging a fee
If I don't know you I'm charging a fee
Like woah we just get them things in for the low
Shawty like to strip up on the pole
Now I get my money on the road
I just had to dodge a few hoes oh oh
X them out tic tac toe
Now I'm about to scrape it out the bowl
Shawty got coke on her nose
They know that we next to blow
We make deposits and don't got accountants
Y'all niggas broke trying to rob for them ounces
Drip on this bitch like a broke water fountain
Trap through the night I'm addicted to counting
She bounce on the D like she got them good knees
Just got the re up I'm on the back street
Been getting money my dogs got to eat
They got to pay me they want me to speak
I remember being broke boy
Shit was no joke boy
Damn that was just last week
Now they like "Oh boy"
Shine like a dope boy
Ain't even reach my peak
Life's good it's fantastic ain't fucking with you because you been lacking
Bitches want the D because I been packing
I been bombing beats like I'm Bin Laden
My squad so dangerous
I got killers on my call log
Haters want to see me fall off
In the game playing hard ball
I could lose it all and get it back again
Come aboard the train I'm on the track to win
I'm the one lets not pretend
Sucka shit I don't reccomend
We make deposits and don't got accountants
Y'all niggas broke trying to rob for them ounces
Drip on this bitch like a broke water fountain
Trap through the night I'm addicted to counting
She bounce on the D like she got them good knees
Just got the re up I'm on the back street
Been getting money my dogs got to eat
They got to pay me they want me to speak
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Poston
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