Bank Account
Got no time for you and that
Tryna tell me what to do
Tryna tell me what to do
I got no time for you and that, you tryna tell me what to do
I do not be up for some shit, but sometimes you just change my mood
You tell me that I'm scared of love, but baby, I'm just scared to lose
I know you know some other guys, but I'm the one you should've choosed
I had to let go of the past and now my bank account lookin' new
And now my bank account lookin' new
'K-'K-'K-Okay, I'm tryna fuck you right under the shade
I'm in the field, not catchin' grenades
Yeah, yeah, I'll leave that to y'all
Uh, I'm like, what's it to y'all?
Damn, girl, what's it to ya?
Tryna take you out to sushi
Tryna get you in the new year, ah
Hope you respond quickly
Foreign, all my engines
Bitch, you know you temptin'
One of a kind, girl, you a diamond
Give you a baby, now you a wifey
Got a mountain of drugs, it's my moment of truth
I got the Codeine on me, it's my fountain of youth
I-I got a pound, gettin' high on the moon
Put down your phone, I'm trying to
Millions be comin' through cellular transfers
I be tryna make time for you
I got no time for you and that, you tryna tell me what to do
I do not be up for some shit, but sometimes you just change my mood
You tell me that I'm scared of love, but baby, I'm just scared to lose
I know you know some other guys, but I'm the one you should've choosed
I had to let go of the past and now my bank account lookin' new
And now my bank account lookin' new
Tryna tell me what to do
Tryna tell me what to do
I got no time for you and that, you tryna tell me what to do
I do not be up for some shit, but sometimes you just change my mood
You tell me that I'm scared of love, but baby, I'm just scared to lose
I know you know some other guys, but I'm the one you should've choosed
I had to let go of the past and now my bank account lookin' new
And now my bank account lookin' new
'K-'K-'K-Okay, I'm tryna fuck you right under the shade
I'm in the field, not catchin' grenades
Yeah, yeah, I'll leave that to y'all
Uh, I'm like, what's it to y'all?
Damn, girl, what's it to ya?
Tryna take you out to sushi
Tryna get you in the new year, ah
Hope you respond quickly
Foreign, all my engines
Bitch, you know you temptin'
One of a kind, girl, you a diamond
Give you a baby, now you a wifey
Got a mountain of drugs, it's my moment of truth
I got the Codeine on me, it's my fountain of youth
I-I got a pound, gettin' high on the moon
Put down your phone, I'm trying to
Millions be comin' through cellular transfers
I be tryna make time for you
I got no time for you and that, you tryna tell me what to do
I do not be up for some shit, but sometimes you just change my mood
You tell me that I'm scared of love, but baby, I'm just scared to lose
I know you know some other guys, but I'm the one you should've choosed
I had to let go of the past and now my bank account lookin' new
And now my bank account lookin' new
Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Dickinson, Jake Wogan, Haley James, Aidan Crotinger, Kiran Gerbi
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