Deposits/5 A.M ft. Kia Monet Lyrics

Yeah I'm doing my thing so they hating on me

Yeah they're hating I'm making deposits

All my niggas we making deposits, yeah

Yeah my team we take off like a rocket

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin'

Yeah I'm doing my thing so they hating on me

Yeah they're hating I'm making deposits

I be eating, yeah I'm getting fat

I'm not talking bout me, I'm talking bout my pockets

Yeah my team we take off like a rocket

Yeah you know that we never gon' stop it

And my team, yeah you know that we're

Jockin'

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin'

Yeah I'm doing my thing so they hating on me

Yeah they're hating I'm making deposits

I be eating, yeah I'm getting fat

I'm not talking 'bout me, I'm talking bout my pockets

Yeah my team we take off like a rocket

Yeah you know we never gonna stop it

And my team, yeah you know that we're

Jockin'

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin'

Mr. Beretta 2 bout to drop

Why you talking like you bout to uh

Why you talking like you sending shots?

Yeah I'm sending smoke

Don't call me Pop

Hold up

Talking crazy you gon' miss this shock

All on my dick, you making it uh

On my body, damn you make it hot

Keep this energy when it drop

Seven-O Beretta and Kia

Way we leaving yeah they wanna be us

Cash money shit

That's what we on

Making deposits, money too long yeah

Cause all of my niggas

Yeah all of my team

We're making deposits, yeah

Pull up to the bank

Nobody else touched the machine cause we stopped it yeah (Woo!)

They're hating on me

They're hating on us

Cause damn we're too popping yeah

Bands coming all out the pocket yeah

Y'all was never on our timing

Hold up!

I had to get in my Birkin

Get me some money to buy me a Birkin

Hold up!

Mr. Beretta part two

Please stay in tune

You know he be working

Hold up!

Fuck being humble this year

We earned all this shit

So our pockets hurting

Hold up!

We making everything wavy

Only thing dripping is looks that we're serving yeah

Yeah I'm doing my thing so they hating on me

Yeah they're hating I'm making deposits (Yeah yeah)

I be eating, yeah I'm getting fat

I'm not talking 'bout me, I'm talking bout my pockets

Yeah my team we take off like a rocket (Yeah)

Yeah you know that we never gon' stop it

And my team, yeah you know that we're

Jockin' (Yeah)

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin'

Yeah I'm doing my thing so they hating on me

Yeah they're hating I'm making deposits

I be eating, yeah I'm getting fat

I'm not talking 'bout me, I'm talking 'bout my pockets

Yeah my team we take off like a rocket

Yeah you know we never gonna stop it

And my team, yeah you know that we're

jockin'

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin'

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin'

Seven-O Beretta really poppin'

Seven-O Beretta show stop

Blow pop

Yeah I got your shawty sloppin'

Heard she wanna pull up with the gang

She wanna come slide with me, yeah

Wanna come slide with me

On my body

Want a bestie, yeah

Yeah I know that I'm nice, yeah (Yeah)

I'm not even in my prime yet

Got a new shawty want a Chanel bag

Green sundress, call her slime set

Uh

Uh

I do not play to rules

Yeah I'm too drippy

Call me a fridge, I freeze

I do not play too cool

Uh

Yuh

I'm a winner, I do not play to lose

Baby yeah I'm fly, Ebenezer Scrooge

I don't play the block, I just play the crew

Yeah I'm doing my thing so they hating on me

Yeah they're hating I'm making deposits

I be eating, yeah I'm getting fat

I'm not talking bout me, I'm talking bout my pockets

Yeah my team we take off like a rocket (Yeah)

Yeah you know that we never gon' stop it

And my team, yeah you know that we're

Jockin' (Yeah)

Seven-O Beretta got her boppin' (Oh yeah)

Taylor 'bout to fucking flex

Five

Five

Five

Five (Fi)

Five A.M in the morning

And I'm thinking 'bout you

Babygirl I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

Yeah I miss the days when we were good, we talked just like the other day

Yeah my bestfriend told me I'm 'bout to fall back

Fall back in the trap

Babygirl don't call back

Call back, it's a wrap

But I want you to come back

But I can't admit the fact

Cause you did me so slime

And you did me so bad, damn

Baby you did me wrong

You did me wrong

I thought the love was strong (Like)

What's the cause

Uh what's the cause

I took an L, a loss (Like)

Took an L, a loss

Took it like a boss

Yeah this pain that you caused

It threw me off (Like)

I should've listened when they said I shouldn't love

I mask my pain with happiness like it's a glove

You cut deep, yeah you did a hit and run

No you never loved me, you were saying it for fun

Everybody said that we was cute, yuh

I even saw it too, yuh

One person ain't see it

That one person was you, yuh

You ain't believe it

Got me turned up in the booth

Five A.M in the morning

And I'm thinking 'bout you

Babygirl I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

Yeah I miss the days when we were good, we talked just like the other day

Yeah my bestfriend told me I'm 'bout to fall back

Fall back in the trap

Babygirl don't call back

Call back, it's a wrap

But I want you to come back

But I can't admit the fact

Cause you did me so slime

And you did me so bad, damn

Baby I won't call back

Call back

Cause I don't wanna hurt you no more (No more)

I know I was a burden for sure (Oh yeah)

Got you like "What's the purpose of love?"

Baby just fall back

Fall back

Cause the more that you give, I'mma just take it all

And we won't be the same when you just had enough

I swear I love you this wasn't intentional yeah

Five A.M in the morning

You should get rest, don't let me have you up stalling

I ain't worth none of your tears tonight

So please don't waste no more of your time

Five A.M in the morning

And I'm thinking 'bout you

Babygirl I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

Yeah I miss the days when we were good, we talked just like the other day

Yeah my bestfriend told me I'm 'bout to fall back

Fall back in the trap

Babygirl don't call back

Call back, it's a wrap

But I want you to come back

But I can't admit the fact

Cause you did me so slime

And you did me so bad, damn

Five

Five

Five

Five

Five