Laughin 2 the Bank
Laughing to the bank, this shit funny
One thing I don't play bout' is my money
Walk up to the bank, take out a hundred
I just do my thing and then I go
I'm working hard, I'm tryna keep 'em on they toes
I gotta prove to them I did this on my own
Said me and Blaise done made a hit all on our own
I'm tryna prove to them nobody really knows
Sit like the king up on my throne
Even when I was all alone
But fuck it now I'm grown
Can't look back on yours, I'm focused on my own
All these drugs to get you fucked up what we on?
I think I love you, then again I might be wrong
I felt the same since the start
Felt like nobody working hard
Whole lot of drugs up in my cup, bitch, I can't feel a thing
I'm just praying that at least you understand the pain
Can you tell me what it takes
I can't make up for my mistakes
Even though I'm on the way
You blow me up, can't get a break (yeah)
Most these bitches fake, fuck them anyway
What you want this pay?
If we left then you was late (yeah)
Laughing to the bank, this shit funny
One thing I don't play bout' is my money
Walk up to the bank, take out a hundred
I just do my thing and then I go
I'm working hard, I'm tryna keep 'em on they toes
I gotta prove to them I did this on my own
Send me and Blaise done made a hit all on our own
I'm tryna prove to them nobody really knows
One thing I don't play bout' is my money
Walk up to the bank, take out a hundred
I just do my thing and then I go
I'm working hard, I'm tryna keep 'em on they toes
I gotta prove to them I did this on my own
Said me and Blaise done made a hit all on our own
I'm tryna prove to them nobody really knows
Sit like the king up on my throne
Even when I was all alone
But fuck it now I'm grown
Can't look back on yours, I'm focused on my own
All these drugs to get you fucked up what we on?
I think I love you, then again I might be wrong
I felt the same since the start
Felt like nobody working hard
Whole lot of drugs up in my cup, bitch, I can't feel a thing
I'm just praying that at least you understand the pain
Can you tell me what it takes
I can't make up for my mistakes
Even though I'm on the way
You blow me up, can't get a break (yeah)
Most these bitches fake, fuck them anyway
What you want this pay?
If we left then you was late (yeah)
Laughing to the bank, this shit funny
One thing I don't play bout' is my money
Walk up to the bank, take out a hundred
I just do my thing and then I go
I'm working hard, I'm tryna keep 'em on they toes
I gotta prove to them I did this on my own
Send me and Blaise done made a hit all on our own
I'm tryna prove to them nobody really knows
Credits
Writer(s): Blaise Bronson
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