CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Walking Bank

Money in my pocket yeah, I'm a walking bank
Yeah I hit it at the four seasons, she's not my bae
I don't even got a job, and I stay getting paid
Man y'all so behind, gotta pick up the pace, hey
Huh, yeah, all these b*t*hes crazy, huh
Drivin' round in a Mercedes
I don't even talk for free, no you gotta pay me
I feel like Lil Bow Wow, these b*t*hes chase me, yeah

They be chasing clout, and they chasing b*t*hes
Only thing I'm chasing is these hunnits, yeah these riches
Got thе b*t*h on the coke, yeah that b*t*h twitching
I don't havе no friends, nah, cause they all be switching
Yeah I had to switch it up
Backwoods not no Swishers, yeah
Baby I am not in love
Show me what that head do
Killin' what that Glock do
You can't be like me, dude
That b*t*h like my sound, yeah
That b*t*h like my Auto-Tune
I'm smoking on gas, yeah
I'm smoking on fumes
Yeah I'm high as f**k, I just ate me some damn shrooms
So damn high, yeah, life feel like a cartoon
Remember poppin' school busses, inside the damn school
Yeah we not in April, but you a damn fool
Yeah I spent a hundred dollars on some damn food
Yeah, uh, just on one meal
Yeah, he think he funny Key & Peele
When I brought the bands out, she was shocked, Electric eel
Better watch out, I got good aim, I always kill