Break The Bank (feat. Meek Mill)

Yeah I got like muh fuckin' six hundred on my wrist And about 270 on my neck Yeah, let's get it Let this bitch hold my bentley, I ain't seen it in months I been drippin sauce lately, they been eating it up One point two, spend two hundred we gon even it up Send them through, get them birdies, we gon season them up (hey) Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank VVs drippin off me like a sink I be in the trenches with all my ice on yeah All these pointers, we don't need the lights on yeah I can't trust these niggas cause they pythons yeah Anytime you see me, got that pipe on yeah I'm so rich ain't got no safe All these niggas know we don't play Smoke that boy, he in my way You don't hussle, don't get no play Doing a backflip off the yacht Fucking them up while M.I.A I give a fuck about who you shot Niggas will put your head on a plate Niggas will put your brain on the curb, I give them with a word Niggas ain't got me chopped and screwed, sippin and serve Excuse me bitch don't mean to be rude, but I gotta curve Got some work, I'm making them moves and I got a perp Big bank shawty I got 40 on my hip 40 in my pocket at the 4040 lit (we lit) I stay in my lane on some Tory tory shit I got foreigns I can't locate cause Im really really rich Let this bitch hold my bentley, I ain't seen it in months I been drippin sauce lately, they been eating it up One point two, spend two hundred we gon even it up Send them through, get them birdies, we gon season it up (hey) Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank VVs drippin off me like a sink Bring them racks out, I'm gon bring that pack out Diamonds always hitting, (1, 2) hit like pacquiao Got choppas on the east, on the west I bring that mack out Told her call me street cause I got lights that never black out 30 on me with a duffle with like 2chainz like 2chainz If I save your number on this trap phone I use context ion do names Fuck nigga I'm still trappin' Thumbin through all these blue thangs I be wanting to go back lowkey But that lowkey shit don't feel the same Trap ain't dead got backend money You still getting fronted I graduated Assault rifle with a hundred on it Every charge I get come with aggravated Uh-huh, I jumped out running sprints after that stretch Uh-huh, scooped yo bitch up in a lamb' and got her wet You niggas only lit cuz you got a rap check You hot ass niggas needa go get a rat check Meek be in the hood ain't get a chain snatched yet If a ring missin' we gon ring ya block with 50 techs niggas Let this bitch hold my bentley, I ain't seen it in months I been drippin sauce lately, they been eating it up One point two, spend two hundred we gon even it up Send them through, get them birdies, we gon season it up (hey) Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank VVs drippin off me like a sink