Lyrics

Yeah What I said it was money season Huh Yeah Get to that bread season Uh I'm goin' straight to the bank yeah Uh Uh Whoa Aye pro cut all that racket I'm 'bout to hop off a jet And go Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank yeah Count up a check And go Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank I'ma count up this bread I'ma count up this bread yeah I'ma make sure it's To the ceiling yes To the bank Straight to the bank To the bank Straight to the bank I elevated my bank I levitated my rank Black car beat you in a race I call it sayin' my grace I will put you in a stasis, when you see my real estate Eat on a day-to-day basis, that just came off of your plate In my zone I just popped a Jigger now I'm gone Should've stayed home Caught me fuckin' yo bitch and you blown I'm dressed in all black When I feel like a god I'm 'bout to go home My screen must be cracked You know it's that cash app that's hittin' my phone Straight to the bank This ain't what you think Sing to your bitch like I'm Tank I might fuck on your bitch in a tank I heard your new song and it's Jank' Like Chong I'm smokin' that dank If I don't got the gun you'll get shanked Whoa I'm 'bout to hop off a jet And go Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank yeah Count up a check And go Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank yeah Straight to the bank I'ma count up this bread I'ma count up this bread yeah I'ma make sure it's To the ceiling yes To the bank Straight to the bank To the bank Straight to the bank
Writer(s): Darrien Woodson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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