Breakin The Bank ft. Desire Lyrics

Yeah

Fuck these niggas I'm up

Fuck these niggas I'm up

Tell these niggas I'mma get the lamb truck

My shawty just walked in my room and she got a big butt

He talking 'bout he tote them guns, but we got them glocks tucked

We tell that bitch he gon' put his mask on, finna shoot it up

(We let it bop boom!)

The watches in my bank, man I'm finna fuck it up

Keep it real, I don't gotta say it, you could sound dumb as fuck

And my credit score at seven hundred, nigga get your rank up

Don't gotta lease, bitch I get what I want

Really rich, we don't take out no loans

Stupid lil bitch tryna flex on the phone

It take one word, then you gone (yeah)

I'm breaking the bank

I'm smoking on dank

Doing just what you can't

All these bitches, is you wanna fuck me?

Keep it real, I just want you to suck me

I'm a rich nigga, show no pity

I'm tryna fuck, let her play with fifty

Finna go talk to the god, get high, then I pop me a perc with the X, uh

Finna go talk to the bitch, when I fuck on that bitch, that bitch got an accent

Finna take a trip to the opp block, they ain't outside, them boys talk nonsense

Yeah, they talk that wass, they talking to kids, I swear they nonces

Made me a couple of thousand bitcoin, locked myself out the wallet

Guess I was way too on it

Mix that lean with the sprite like tonic

I take drugs and I'm smoking chronic

No Dre, but I'm iconic

Said that I love that bitch, ironic

I love myself

Yeah, I'm feeling myself

(Yeah, yeah)

Smoking on top shelf

His money come small like an elf

He a chav, boy, he smoke elves

He a chav, boy, he take L's

Gas so loud you could hear that smell

(Let's go)