Bank account going crazy Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, I'm in my

Bitch, I'm in my bag, bank account goin' crazy

Hit him with that fire Jit was talkin' crazy

Yeah, I done fucked so many niggas old ladies

Throw that perky down my throat, bitch, I'm a see ya later

Niggas ain't putting no work, but reaching for your paper

Like, where they do that at?

Hit her from the back

Count a couple racks, tryna flip it till it stack

I'm the realest, that's a fact

Loyalty, them boys ain't heard of that

Sent her to the streets, bitch was tripping like a hurdle track

My face good, I be chillin' where they murder at

I don't eat no breakfast, I woke up like where the syrup at

Catching top in that

Pull the curtain back, if you really want that

Bitch, I'm serving that

Bought my momma Prada, there ain't no more problems

14 rocking fake Ferragamo, now I'm balling

Stack that money tall, yeah, stack that money tall, yeah

Bitches tryna fuck me, I'm like, baby, drop them drawls then

I was in a stolen car with a loaded chopper

If I aim it at your top, you won't need no doctor

Cause, bitch, you gone then

Cause, bitch, you gone then

Bitch, you gone, yeah, you gone, yeah, you gone, yeah

Bitch, I'm in my

Bitch, I'm in my bag, bank account goin' crazy

Hit him with that fire Jit was talkin' crazy

Yeah, I done fucked so many niggas old ladies

Throw that perky down my throat, bitch, I'm a see ya later

Niggas ain't putting no work, but reaching for your paper

Like, where they do that at?

Hit her from the back

Count a couple racks, tryna flip it till it stack

Flip that shit