Laughin To The Bank Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, let's go

Ay, pop out, gang, nigga

Let's go,

Ay, go, let's go

Ay, ay, I'm in my own lane, give a fuck what you think

Big body, Maybach, that bitch look like a tank

I count up these commas while I laugh to the bank

Nigga try to take something like Sosa go bang

He Flex 2,500, I spent that shit on Drank

I just poured me a four, man, I hope I don't faint Big GMF, I just do what they cant

I'm carrying this bankroll like Jimmy did plank

I'm with my brothers, we thuggin' like Ed, Edd, and eddy

Throw a 50 on the Glock, the bitch hear den got heavy

Hit the button on the switch, turn his legs to spaghetti

These niggas don't want war they, ain't ready

Carti on me, bust down, nigga, went baguette

I can trade this watch right here for two chevys

Designer on the kicks, these ain't Vans, these giuseppe's

Ay, and I'm still in the trap, pullin P's out the hefty

Ay, I'm down on my ass, nah these niggas ain't help me

Ay, ran up a quick sack since then, been real healthy

Ay, I ain't had no OG, really, fuck what they tell me

If I catch me, I opp in, I'm bussin his melon

Ay, do your research, niggas rattin' and tellin

That's why I do dirt on my own, I ain't failing

Ay, cuttin' up in that white body, scat I fishtail it

Ay, speeding off on the laws, ain't no way they gon catch me

Ay, when I walk in the club, know I'm down for whatever

Nigga, try somethin' funny, he gon' leave on a stretcher

Big GMF, I'm applyin' that pressure

These lil' fuck niggas out here, they ain't stepping

This chop here got kicked like Messi

If them 7.62s hit you it'll leave you real messy

Ay, get money fiend you, know I'm a dog, got that fete

Nigga, play with my paper, know this shit gon' end deadly

Ay, ay, I'm in my own lane, give a fuck what you think

Big body, Maybach, that bitch look like a tank

I count up these commas while I laugh to the bank

Nigga try to take something like Sosa go bang

He Flex 2,500, I spent that shit on Drank

I just poured me a four, man, I hope I don't faint Big GMF, I just do what they cant

I'm carrying this bankroll like Jimmy did plank

I'm with my brothers, we thuggin' like Ed, Edd, and eddy

Throw a 50 on the Glock, the bitch hear den got heavy

Hit the button on the switch, turn his legs to spaghetti

These niggas don't want war they, ain't ready

Carti on me, bust down, nigga, went baguette

I can trade this watch right here for two chevys

Designer on the kicks, these ain't Vans, these giuseppe's

Ay, and I'm still in the trap, pullin P's out the hefty

And I'm still in the trap, pull them P's out the hefty, nigga

Let's go

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

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