Bankrupt歌词

作词 : Taylor Williams/Regis Bell
作曲 : Taylor Williams/Regis Bell
Man these b!tches ain't on sh!t
Man, I been popping, b!tch just check my resume
Yuh, b!tches know what it is and they see me pull up hop out
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain't no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
I ain't never gave a **** about no b!tch
'Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & Wesson, we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that n!gga ugly what the f*ck you saying?
You ain't getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke b!tch, always holding out your hand
I'm a real b!tch, I just be getting bands
Spend and get it back and I split it with my mans
That money in my hands put it right on your head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do this sh!t again, aye
F*ck a role we speak facts!
If a lame b!tch talking I won't even speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em make a b!tch see that, aye
F*ck all them n!ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b!tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s, aye!
Aye, I'm a real b!tch I can't fake sh!t
You a f*cking pu*sy you don't say sh!t
You just figured it out, bruh, you late b!tch
You a broke b!tch you ain't got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad 'cause you ain't sh!t
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
B!tch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
F*ck all them n!ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b!tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s, aye
F*ck all them n!ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b!tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s, aye
B!tch bands, bands, gon' f*ck up the dashboard
B!tches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for
That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You b!tches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em
B!tch why you lying you ain't never got no cash ho
Ho you n!gga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you
B!tches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on 'em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But b!tch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
F*ck a wedding when it ring watch her head split
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
B!tch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
B!tch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
F*ck all them n!ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b!tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s, aye
F*ck all them n!ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b!tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s, aye
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your a*s