CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : dont understand
I'm gon' walk up in that bank because I can, know I got them bands
You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you f**king can't
Do not talk to me until you make a 100K, a grand
If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand
Walk up in that store and everything is what I'm copping
You wanna hate on me, I guess we got no other option
My music getting better, at this point, there is no stopping
The chopper named Azula 'cause them bullets finna shock him
Might turn into a villain 'cause of how much I've been plotting
My ex been on my page, told her stop all of that stalking
You said you dropped a song, n***a, we know that sh*t flopping
If you don't know my name, better learn it, you can't stop it
If it ain't about them racks, tеll that n***a get the f**k back
Can't keep track of my sons, I think I got me somе Rugrats
Could've finished school, but I said, "Nah, nah, n***a, f**k that"
I don't want your girl, no n***a, pa** on her, I dub that
I'm gon' walk up in that bank because I can, know I got them bands
You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you f**king can't
Do not talk to me until you make 100K, a grand
If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand
We might scratch him off like he a ticket
N***as hating on me, but I'm not even finished
Wanna talk about me, don't care, b*t*h, I'm grinning
'Cause I'm counting all this money while I'm winning
You a b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
Pull up with them sticks, sticks, sticks
Walk in with them Ricks, Ricks, Ricks
Choppa, know it's quick, quick, quick
We might start a pit, yeah, pit, yeah, pit, yeah
Punch him in his sh*t, yeah, sh*t, yeah, sh*t yeah
You know that sh*t is going down (On God)
And no, no, you cannot stop it
She said that I'm famous, I said, "I know, b*t*h, I'm popping"
I pop out and go hard
Play them shows like a guitar
Light 'em up like a cigar
Already know I'm going far
In that Benz, we finna swerve
He not hard, that boy a nerd
Why you wanna test my nerves?
Leave his head up on that curb, wow
Eighteen, not a mistake, no b*t*h, I'm not a rookie
You know I need that cash before anyone can book me
Been putting in that work for a minute, time it took me
I know I got them models on me, I know everyone looking
I'm gon' walk up in that bank because I can, know I got them bands
You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you f**king can't
Do not talk to me until you make a 100K, a grand
If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand
You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you f**king can't
Do not talk to me until you make a 100K, a grand
If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand
Walk up in that store and everything is what I'm copping
You wanna hate on me, I guess we got no other option
My music getting better, at this point, there is no stopping
The chopper named Azula 'cause them bullets finna shock him
Might turn into a villain 'cause of how much I've been plotting
My ex been on my page, told her stop all of that stalking
You said you dropped a song, n***a, we know that sh*t flopping
If you don't know my name, better learn it, you can't stop it
If it ain't about them racks, tеll that n***a get the f**k back
Can't keep track of my sons, I think I got me somе Rugrats
Could've finished school, but I said, "Nah, nah, n***a, f**k that"
I don't want your girl, no n***a, pa** on her, I dub that
I'm gon' walk up in that bank because I can, know I got them bands
You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you f**king can't
Do not talk to me until you make 100K, a grand
If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand
We might scratch him off like he a ticket
N***as hating on me, but I'm not even finished
Wanna talk about me, don't care, b*t*h, I'm grinning
'Cause I'm counting all this money while I'm winning
You a b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h
Pull up with them sticks, sticks, sticks
Walk in with them Ricks, Ricks, Ricks
Choppa, know it's quick, quick, quick
We might start a pit, yeah, pit, yeah, pit, yeah
Punch him in his sh*t, yeah, sh*t, yeah, sh*t yeah
You know that sh*t is going down (On God)
And no, no, you cannot stop it
She said that I'm famous, I said, "I know, b*t*h, I'm popping"
I pop out and go hard
Play them shows like a guitar
Light 'em up like a cigar
Already know I'm going far
In that Benz, we finna swerve
He not hard, that boy a nerd
Why you wanna test my nerves?
Leave his head up on that curb, wow
Eighteen, not a mistake, no b*t*h, I'm not a rookie
You know I need that cash before anyone can book me
Been putting in that work for a minute, time it took me
I know I got them models on me, I know everyone looking
I'm gon' walk up in that bank because I can, know I got them bands
You wanna be me bad, but you can't copy me, you f**king can't
Do not talk to me until you make a 100K, a grand
If you is not conversating 'bout money, I don't understand
