Bank

I cannot work out, so I'm not with me, I'm not with Me, I can't trust nobody, this ain't
Gonna be, yeah, yeah, yeah, right, the bills on the Line, I can't show up again, we can't
Fuck again, I know you out on me, don't know how I get with G's, but everything that's
Slurped, this ain't slurped, watch this, all my dicks, Yeah, she slurped, slurped, bad

Juicier, slurped, but all this shit, she got through, Fuck you tryna touch me, love you
Baby, slowly, like, that's what I'm tryna say, like, Get this, you alright, like, right
Yeah, that's right, I'm right, all your bad, man, just Get, back, now I see my number
Shine, we finna get lit on that mob trip, say you Tryna rape, I'm tryna pull the cake

Bitch, you should've seen, money ain't routine, That's what it feels like, money ain't clean
Yeah, money is what it seems like, when your Money ain't seen thinking, your money ain't
Seen thinking, you're learning, and yet you're Thinking, you can't stop what you're doing
Making waves, but when I can't get some,she Fight, she look like a whole piece of chicken

Fries, like, let me get a bite, I thought I'd hit the Heart, like, July, when she get
Choked, so I'll give her that



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