ATM
Yo, people always mention
How I always say that I make bank
Well, I hate to break it you, but
I'm the bank itself
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
Because I'm him
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
'Cause I'm making bank
Reppin' the 1740, making a living just for me
I want more than what I asked for
Living in a condo and I'm on the 8th floor
Yeah, my streams sixteen with six zeros
You say my music bad
But y'all are just weirdos
Yeah, high on coke
Like some people in Chicago
Man, I know, 'cause I been there, bro, oh
"Stay hard, who's gonna carry the boat?"
Y'all keep on saying that thing
But, the thing is that you can't
Even get your music afloat
You just gotta cope
And everyone know I'm so dope
But I ain't even high on dope
And I am so high, and my numbers never lie
You are high, that is why
Your brain is so fried
You are writing so many bars
But they are so dry, like a desert
Other rappers really got no effort
If you want some lessons
Then you better get an expert
In other words, y'all gotta come to me
'Cause GPMPlayz got some advice
If you wanna take a gamble, roll the dice
Hope all you haters have a better life (Sike!)
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
Because I'm him
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
'Cause I'm making bank
Reppin' the 1740, making a living just for me
I want more than what I asked for
Living in a condo and I'm on the 8th floor
Pass the rock, you ain't Michael Porter Jr
Speaking of rocks, man, I live underground
Other words, yeah
I'm getting bigger and bigger
Whatever I say goes, I pull the trigger
The beat is already recognizing the master
Giving out blessings
Call me a pastor (Amen!)
Like Karl Malone, I'm the mailman
But his brain came from a caveman
Came in a young woman, 13 to be exact
That is when I started making music
And I be dominating every single
Online rapper, these wannabe rappers
But they can't even write
Their own stuff, man, that's just so tough
They got a brain cough, man, that's so tough
That ain't skill issue
It's a disability, and it kills you
But, I'd kill you, in a 7 game series
None of you, imbeciles can even beat me
Why don't you just go ahead
And get an education and some medication
'Cause man, that is all free
How I always say that I make bank
Well, I hate to break it you, but
I'm the bank itself
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
Because I'm him
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
'Cause I'm making bank
Reppin' the 1740, making a living just for me
I want more than what I asked for
Living in a condo and I'm on the 8th floor
Yeah, my streams sixteen with six zeros
You say my music bad
But y'all are just weirdos
Yeah, high on coke
Like some people in Chicago
Man, I know, 'cause I been there, bro, oh
"Stay hard, who's gonna carry the boat?"
Y'all keep on saying that thing
But, the thing is that you can't
Even get your music afloat
You just gotta cope
And everyone know I'm so dope
But I ain't even high on dope
And I am so high, and my numbers never lie
You are high, that is why
Your brain is so fried
You are writing so many bars
But they are so dry, like a desert
Other rappers really got no effort
If you want some lessons
Then you better get an expert
In other words, y'all gotta come to me
'Cause GPMPlayz got some advice
If you wanna take a gamble, roll the dice
Hope all you haters have a better life (Sike!)
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
Because I'm him
Pull up to the ATM, flexin' on you
'Cause I'm making bank
Reppin' the 1740, making a living just for me
I want more than what I asked for
Living in a condo and I'm on the 8th floor
Pass the rock, you ain't Michael Porter Jr
Speaking of rocks, man, I live underground
Other words, yeah
I'm getting bigger and bigger
Whatever I say goes, I pull the trigger
The beat is already recognizing the master
Giving out blessings
Call me a pastor (Amen!)
Like Karl Malone, I'm the mailman
But his brain came from a caveman
Came in a young woman, 13 to be exact
That is when I started making music
And I be dominating every single
Online rapper, these wannabe rappers
But they can't even write
Their own stuff, man, that's just so tough
They got a brain cough, man, that's so tough
That ain't skill issue
It's a disability, and it kills you
But, I'd kill you, in a 7 game series
None of you, imbeciles can even beat me
Why don't you just go ahead
And get an education and some medication
'Cause man, that is all free
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric James Pono Maurillo, Cedric Maurillo, Fritz Kim
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