My Bank
Niggas broke I can't relate
They say karma real so I don't hate
I'm only calling off the late
They say Shawty bad but she fake
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
I'm only calling off the late
They say karma real so I don't hate (come an)
Shooting my shoot my shot
Easy like free throws
I don't even do nothing I just rock clean clothes
Yeah
Leave it to me
I be ok though
Niggas fighting over the P
I find new freak hoes
Make it shake
I live life make or break
There ain't no time to wait
Barely time to conversate
Best hit that wake-and-bake
Chase the stack let pussy skate
I be In out of states
Grinding late to fill my plate
Kill
It ain't 'nun for real
How I do it with these words so she love the appeal
Shawty coming from the burbs so she loving the thrill
Until
She catching feelings I'm just hoping to chill
For real
Niggas broke I can't relate
They say karma real so I don't hate
I'm only calling off the late
They say Shawty bad but she fake
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
I'm only calling off the late
They say karma real so I don't hate
You hating niggas so weak
(I laugh at 'em)
Your main nigga nah he ain't me
(You mad at 'em)
Everytime she see the Ghee
(She grab at 'em)
The way she threw it on me had to throw some cash at her
Dark skin, slim thick joint but I ain't gown front
Shawty I ain't one of them simp niggas buy you what you want
Shit I ain't 'gon spend a bag just to get a piece of ass
Saying that you want allowance, bitch I ain't your fuckin Dad
Shot open I can't miss it
Uncle Drew in the lane wit it
Old school with the paint dripping
You turn your neck and your Dame missing
This real game, don't play scrimmage
We serve green don't play tennis
That 'lil money can't talk with it
You stalk bitches, we talk business (ah)
Niggas broke I can't relate
They say karma real so I don't hate
I'm only calling off the late
They say Shawty bad but she fake
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
I'm only calling off the late
They say karma real so I don't hate
They say karma real so I don't hate
I'm only calling off the late
They say Shawty bad but she fake
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
I'm only calling off the late
They say karma real so I don't hate (come an)
Shooting my shoot my shot
Easy like free throws
I don't even do nothing I just rock clean clothes
Yeah
Leave it to me
I be ok though
Niggas fighting over the P
I find new freak hoes
Make it shake
I live life make or break
There ain't no time to wait
Barely time to conversate
Best hit that wake-and-bake
Chase the stack let pussy skate
I be In out of states
Grinding late to fill my plate
Kill
It ain't 'nun for real
How I do it with these words so she love the appeal
Shawty coming from the burbs so she loving the thrill
Until
She catching feelings I'm just hoping to chill
For real
Niggas broke I can't relate
They say karma real so I don't hate
I'm only calling off the late
They say Shawty bad but she fake
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
I'm only calling off the late
They say karma real so I don't hate
You hating niggas so weak
(I laugh at 'em)
Your main nigga nah he ain't me
(You mad at 'em)
Everytime she see the Ghee
(She grab at 'em)
The way she threw it on me had to throw some cash at her
Dark skin, slim thick joint but I ain't gown front
Shawty I ain't one of them simp niggas buy you what you want
Shit I ain't 'gon spend a bag just to get a piece of ass
Saying that you want allowance, bitch I ain't your fuckin Dad
Shot open I can't miss it
Uncle Drew in the lane wit it
Old school with the paint dripping
You turn your neck and your Dame missing
This real game, don't play scrimmage
We serve green don't play tennis
That 'lil money can't talk with it
You stalk bitches, we talk business (ah)
Niggas broke I can't relate
They say karma real so I don't hate
I'm only calling off the late
They say Shawty bad but she fake
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
She 'gon be surprised by my bank
(Bank, Bank, Bank)
I'm only calling off the late
They say karma real so I don't hate
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ogunnubi, Darryl Gordon Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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