watdoyathink + thisainttht Lyrics

Straight to the bank, tf do you think

Don't know his name I'm drawing a blank

Pull up in a tank my pockets they hang what do you think

What do you think, What do you think

She in love with the fame, I know the game

Smoking on Cali gas this straight from LA

This shit can get Trippie I'm in love with rage

When I get lil tipsy niggas not the same

Ayy, I'm off the Wock I po' up a 4

Looking for opps put that on the lord

Hit it and then I want more

I cannot cuff her I know she a whore

Damn when I walked through the door

She wanted me I fucked on the floor

UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH

UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH

Straight to the bank

Nigga tf do you think tf do you think

All this can end in a blink

My money tall it don't shrink

I got my blade got my shank

I keep a blade I keep it on me

She wasn't shit at the end of the day

Look at me now bitch what do you think

Straight to the bank, tf do you think

Don't know his name I'm drawing a blank

Pull up in a tank my pockets they hang what do you think

What do you think, What do you think

She in love with the fame, I know the game

Smoking on Cali gas this straight from LA

This shit can get Trippie I'm in love with rage

When I get lil tipsy niggas not the same

Ayy, I'm off the Wock I po' up a 4

Looking for opps put that on the lord

This ain't that, Naw Naw this ain't that

Don't even talk, I don't wanna chat

Hear it from me you know that it's facts

I'm in the back of the back of the back

Pour out the bottle we smoking on gas

She wanna fuck but she not in my class

She my lil hoe do what Simon says

Shopping at Saks popping them tags

Fuck in a Jag, She tryna fuck in a Jag

Hit from the back, I hit that bitch from the back

Going out sad, Nigga he going out sad

I don't got time to talk I'm about a bag

Yea, carry this on my back yea

I'm bout to murder the cat

Don't play Sha let's leave it at that

I flip a pack no time flat, Damn

I'm with ya BM she in my DM

I had to show her the wrath, Damn

How you going to swear we the bros and murder the code if you gonna rat, Damn

Damn

I got my tooly go blam, I know this .40 won't jam

40 and under I'm calling her Ma'am, It's going down straight to the pound

Dam, Dam, Making a movie tell Lil shawty smile for the cam

This ain't that, Naw Naw this ain't that

Don't even talk, I don't wanna chat

Hear it from me you know that it's facts

I'm in the back of the back of the back

Pour out the bottle we smoking on gas

She wanna fuck but she not in my class

She my lil hoe do what Simon says

Shopping at Saks popping them tags

This ain't that, Naw Naw this ain't that

Don't even talk, I don't wanna chat

Hear it from me you know that it's facts

I'm in the back of the back of the back

Pour out the bottle we smoking on gas

She wanna fuck but she not in my class

She my lil hoe do what Simon says

Shopping at Saks popping them tags

Fuck in a Jag, She tryna fuck in a Jag

Hit from the back, I hit that bitch from the back

Going out sad, Nigga he going out sad

I don't got time to talk I'm about a bag