Bank Account

Yeah you fucked up
Showed your true colors
I like my circle small I only need a few brothers
Check the score sheet
Bitch I do numbers
Every rapper is my son like I don't use rubbers
And my bitch bad
Lil' demoness
Lil' freak in bed
You know I keep it wet
It's so cold up in my booth that I can see my breath
I'm at least a ten
So I don't need no friends

If I had a dollar for each rapper that I've taken out
I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account
If I had a dollar for each rapper that should thank me now
I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account
Yeah
In my bank account, what, in my bank account
In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah
In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah
In my bank account, yeah, in my bank account

I don't need friends I done lost hundreds
My thumb hurts from all the times I hit that fuckin' block button
You know that I'm sick (yeah yeah)
I feel a cough coming
You know that I'm sick (yeah yeah)
I need to pop something
Y'all ain't bringing nothing to the table we ain't potluckin'
Caught a lil buzz then I saw your whole stock plummet
Turn the music down
I think the cops coming
I swear the ball the only time y'all ever drop something

If I had a dollar for each rapper that I've taken out
I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account
If I had a dollar for each rapper that should thank me now
I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account
Yeah
In my bank account, what, in my bank account
In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah
In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah
In my bank account, yeah, in my bank account