Tank ft. Trapboy Dav Lyrics

Yeah, yuh

(we got some big ass bags)

Yeah we got some big ass bans hold up

Raffe, countin racks bitch

Yeah, yeah, moving fast bitch

Cash out at the bank, check my rank

I'm on different shit

We just move a certain way(woah)

We ain't new to this

I just hop out of that tank, bit(hold up, let's go)

I just pull up to make some bank yeah(hold up, let's go)

Let's go

Let's go

Trapboy just walked out the bank, wanna fuck with the gang better come with a tank

Put the gun down I run down with a shank

King of the hill told the bitch call me hank

Stay in yo lane we don't fuck with no lames

Forty on me I put one in yo brain

She think she a psychic I call her laurent

Conjuring demons when calling the gang

Send em to hell my niggas don't play

He clutchin a uzi, i'm clutchin a K

Medics come get him that boy be on wait

Whole lotta money, whole lotta cake

She throwing that ass she making it shake

When you counting up money it come with the hate

Whole lotta money, whole lotta cake

She throwing that ass she making it shake

When you counting up money it come with the hate, uh huh

It come with the hate

Got off my ass went and made me a plate

Came up from noodles now i'm eating steak

Been working so hard think I need me a break

Back with the za take that to the face

When it's all said and done they gone say i'm a great

Remember them days that they laughed in my face

Make em look back like damn that was a mistake

Whole lotta money, whole lotta cake

She throwing that ass she making it shake

When you counting up money it come with the hate

Whole lotta money, whole lotta cake

She throwing that ass she making it shake

When you counting up money it come with the hate, uh huh

It come with the hate

Cash out at the bank, check my rank

I'm on different shit

We just move a certain way(woah)

We ain't new to this

I just hop out of that tank, bit(hold up, let's go)

I just pull up to make some bank yeah(hold up, let's go)