Laughin To the Bank
I done made 10 about 10 uhh
I done made 10 made 10 about 10 times
Big muddy shit
I done made 10 about 10 times
Can't fuck with no middle man I talk to who it's sent by
Straight line to the paper niggas tried it but they went dry
Straight line to the paper she gon' twerk it if her rent high
Laughin' to the bank
Sinnin'
Grinnin'
Hoppin' out a tank heavy ammunition in it
I can't take a loss I'm in it to win it
We gon' piss 'em off this money make 'em feel it
(Brrrrrrrr) aye
This how keep calling me but I won't block her
I ain't tryna talk lil bitch I'm tryna get this money proper
But I ain't tryna cut her she my semen demon, glizzy gobbler
Tryna look a lil bit taller, Triple S Balenciaga
We ain't focused on that nigga he a fan he not a problem
All my niggas been stepping on bricks ain't talkin' bout the Pradas
And I ain't see a flying bison when I say I spot a oppa nigga
Avianne on go mode I got them emerald cuts
Chain blangin' dreads swangin' ya bitch in love
I just shot my shot at my shawty sister I did too much
If she ain't too mad at me I try to get 'em both to fuck
Nigga put yo Rollie up
Like to smoke the dodie up
Offer you a dollar you would prolly give yo homie up
This Reposado jump out the bottle into yo shawty gut
We gon' treat her like a shhh
That lil bitch gon' meet the set
Off the boat to the jet
Tryna buy a new Patek
Better be careful nun my niggas take well to disrespect
Ain't mice around me but I swear we click at any sec
Catch you at yo keyboard you get hit with that command X
Damn shawty how you fit that thing up in them spandex
Kermit drop a four up in his Lipton, I'm just sippin tea
Glizzy lookin' pretty it play dress up with the stick & beam
I just made 10 now lil shawty let me in between damn
Aye hold on man
I was finna end my verse right there but imma keep going
Moving shiesty thinking I won't peep but imma keep knowin'
Baby treat that ass like a switchy she just keep throwin'
Play with me, yo ass grass and imma keep mowin'
Fashionably late I only show up at a key moment
911 Porsches where the fob don't got the key on it
Tryn' book me for that feature send the fee and imma be on it
Imma win a Grammy just to fuck around and pee on it
If she stick her tongue out then my D on it
I be on my lonely like them shirts that got the V on it
If you can't buy it up front just strike a deal and let's agree on it
I been tryna fuck on Lizzo like my bitches with the meat on 'em
Please don't fuck with baby face I got .223's on me
Panamera when I pull up I'm still pushing with them P's on me
Yea I was serious bout that Lizzo line
Call the plug Dr. Phil send a bad baby
Blast off, real rocket, ballin like McGrady
I been hittin' Peach and my Brodie fuckin' Daisy
You ain't talkin' money Nigga you been talkin' crazy
Screaming let's go imma pull up like Dababy
Only doin' yes I won't pull up for the maybe
Big diamonds boxing out the chain Devin Haney
Red pill a bitch she finally acting like a lady damn
I done made 10 about 10 times
Can't fuck with no middle man I talk to who it's sent by
Straight line to the paper niggas tried it but they went dry
Straight line to the paper she gon' twerk it if her rent high
Laughin' to the bank
Sinnin'
Grinnin'
Hoppin' out a tank heavy ammunition in it
I can't take a loss I'm in it to win it
We gon' piss 'em off this money make 'em feel it
I done made 10 made 10 about 10 times
Big muddy shit
I done made 10 about 10 times
Can't fuck with no middle man I talk to who it's sent by
Straight line to the paper niggas tried it but they went dry
Straight line to the paper she gon' twerk it if her rent high
Laughin' to the bank
Sinnin'
Grinnin'
Hoppin' out a tank heavy ammunition in it
I can't take a loss I'm in it to win it
We gon' piss 'em off this money make 'em feel it
(Brrrrrrrr) aye
This how keep calling me but I won't block her
I ain't tryna talk lil bitch I'm tryna get this money proper
But I ain't tryna cut her she my semen demon, glizzy gobbler
Tryna look a lil bit taller, Triple S Balenciaga
We ain't focused on that nigga he a fan he not a problem
All my niggas been stepping on bricks ain't talkin' bout the Pradas
And I ain't see a flying bison when I say I spot a oppa nigga
Avianne on go mode I got them emerald cuts
Chain blangin' dreads swangin' ya bitch in love
I just shot my shot at my shawty sister I did too much
If she ain't too mad at me I try to get 'em both to fuck
Nigga put yo Rollie up
Like to smoke the dodie up
Offer you a dollar you would prolly give yo homie up
This Reposado jump out the bottle into yo shawty gut
We gon' treat her like a shhh
That lil bitch gon' meet the set
Off the boat to the jet
Tryna buy a new Patek
Better be careful nun my niggas take well to disrespect
Ain't mice around me but I swear we click at any sec
Catch you at yo keyboard you get hit with that command X
Damn shawty how you fit that thing up in them spandex
Kermit drop a four up in his Lipton, I'm just sippin tea
Glizzy lookin' pretty it play dress up with the stick & beam
I just made 10 now lil shawty let me in between damn
Aye hold on man
I was finna end my verse right there but imma keep going
Moving shiesty thinking I won't peep but imma keep knowin'
Baby treat that ass like a switchy she just keep throwin'
Play with me, yo ass grass and imma keep mowin'
Fashionably late I only show up at a key moment
911 Porsches where the fob don't got the key on it
Tryn' book me for that feature send the fee and imma be on it
Imma win a Grammy just to fuck around and pee on it
If she stick her tongue out then my D on it
I be on my lonely like them shirts that got the V on it
If you can't buy it up front just strike a deal and let's agree on it
I been tryna fuck on Lizzo like my bitches with the meat on 'em
Please don't fuck with baby face I got .223's on me
Panamera when I pull up I'm still pushing with them P's on me
Yea I was serious bout that Lizzo line
Call the plug Dr. Phil send a bad baby
Blast off, real rocket, ballin like McGrady
I been hittin' Peach and my Brodie fuckin' Daisy
You ain't talkin' money Nigga you been talkin' crazy
Screaming let's go imma pull up like Dababy
Only doin' yes I won't pull up for the maybe
Big diamonds boxing out the chain Devin Haney
Red pill a bitch she finally acting like a lady damn
I done made 10 about 10 times
Can't fuck with no middle man I talk to who it's sent by
Straight line to the paper niggas tried it but they went dry
Straight line to the paper she gon' twerk it if her rent high
Laughin' to the bank
Sinnin'
Grinnin'
Hoppin' out a tank heavy ammunition in it
I can't take a loss I'm in it to win it
We gon' piss 'em off this money make 'em feel it
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Writer(s): Aquil Laibhen
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