L.T.T.B (laughing to the bank)
Here, I'm in the foreign
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drank
My money
Hold up
Ah, ah
Hold up
Hold up
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drank
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drank
I can put it in your tank
Put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
B-O-F-A
Niggas do anything to get paid
I'll scam this place
Then tell my lawyer to erase my Case
No way, no way
All money won't fit in all my pockets
Dropped out of high school
And got more money than all my Teachers
He jealous, she jealous
I don't care, they life won't get No better
And I'm better than both of y'all
How you better than two people That's easy I'm real and they fake
Plus, I just left the bank
She said, big deal, but bitch
Your account on negative and You stank Might as well put it in Your tank
As Long as you drink it up
That cold ciroc, don't close that Door
My money in that room, don't pick it up
Or else we aimin' at your bae
And I'm still laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
No Gucci, duffel bag
Louis is what we carryin'
I said, you fuck with it
Darling, you lookin' scared of me
I got some cash, but cards
I got a lot of them
Her mother said, if you ride with Him
You gon' die with him
And quite frankly, I'm not
Tryin' to lose you to the streets Again
No prostitution, you gotta
Protect your heart again
I said, no father figure
That man can't play that part Again
He drinkin' liquor
He fuck around with his veins Again
He seen a thousand, five hundred
That nigga went insane
In the back of a bank, America
Shorty get neck like mascara
Money and dishes, guns all left Her carryin'
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shorty, what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shorty, what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drank
My money
Hold up
Ah, ah
Hold up
Hold up
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drank
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drank
I can put it in your tank
Put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
B-O-F-A
Niggas do anything to get paid
I'll scam this place
Then tell my lawyer to erase my Case
No way, no way
All money won't fit in all my pockets
Dropped out of high school
And got more money than all my Teachers
He jealous, she jealous
I don't care, they life won't get No better
And I'm better than both of y'all
How you better than two people That's easy I'm real and they fake
Plus, I just left the bank
She said, big deal, but bitch
Your account on negative and You stank Might as well put it in Your tank
As Long as you drink it up
That cold ciroc, don't close that Door
My money in that room, don't pick it up
Or else we aimin' at your bae
And I'm still laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shoutin' what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
No Gucci, duffel bag
Louis is what we carryin'
I said, you fuck with it
Darling, you lookin' scared of me
I got some cash, but cards
I got a lot of them
Her mother said, if you ride with Him
You gon' die with him
And quite frankly, I'm not
Tryin' to lose you to the streets Again
No prostitution, you gotta
Protect your heart again
I said, no father figure
That man can't play that part Again
He drinkin' liquor
He fuck around with his veins Again
He seen a thousand, five hundred
That nigga went insane
In the back of a bank, America
Shorty get neck like mascara
Money and dishes, guns all left Her carryin'
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shorty, what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
Shorty, what you drinkin'
I can put it in your tank
Laughin' to the bank
Laughin' to the bank
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Writer(s): Trust Hodges
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