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Cuban Doll "Bankrupt" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cuban Doll
Cuban Doll
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Williams
Taylor Williams
Composer
Regis Bell
Regis Bell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
League Of Starz
League Of Starz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, these bitches ain't on shit
Man, I been poppin', bitch better check my résumé
Yeah, bitches know what it is when they see me pull up
Hop out
[Verse 2]
Hunnid bands, times a hunnid bands
Can you get it?
Ain't no runnin' man, keep a hunnid rounds
We gon' get 'em
I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch
'Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & Wesson
We can do whatever, ay
[Verse 3]
You say you a boss
I know you a lame
And that **** ugly
What the fuck you sayin'?
You ain't gettin' money
Girl, you need a plan
You a broke bitch
Always holdin' out yo hand
I'm a real bitch
I just been gettin' bands
Spend and get it back
And I split it with my mans
That money in my hand
Put it right on yo head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss
I can do this shit again, ay
[Verse 4]
Fuck a Rollie
We speak facts
If a lame bitch talkin'
I won't even speak back
Keep that four-five, all black
We strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em
Make a bitch see that, ay
[Verse 5]
Fuck all them ****
We gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings
Then I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign
Bitch, you hopped in a cab
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass, ay, ay
[Verse 6]
I'm a, real, bitch
I can't fake shit
You a fuckin' pussy
You don't shake shit
You just figured it out?
Bruh, you late, bitch
You a broke bitch
You ain't got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali
Doin' the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib
Lookin' mad, 'cause you ain't shit
You ain't tough
Big bank take lil' bank
Bitch, you bankrupt
All them ho's losin', but they ain't us
[Verse 7]
Fuck all them ****
We gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings
Then I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign
Bitch, you hopped in a cab
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass, ay
[Verse 8]
Fuck all them ****
We gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings
Then I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign
Bitch, you hopped in a cab
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass, ay
[Verse 9]
Bitch bands, bands
Gon' fuck up the dashboard
Bitches want problems?
We gon' give 'em what they asked for
This what this cash for
I need that like a landlord
You bitches half step
Somebody please drop a bag on 'em
Bitch, why you lyin'?
You ain't never got no cash on you
****, why you tryna act tough?
Ain't no straps on you
Bitches turnt they back
Yeah, it's cool, I just stacked on 'em
I was gettin' money
Way before I seen rap money
[Verse 10]
Them hoes hate together
When they check in
Lil' bitch, you more broke
Than your best friend
That chop right beside me, like my best man
Fuck a wedding
Wedding ring
Watch her head split
[Verse 11]
You ain't tough
Big bank take lil' bank
Bitch, you bankrupt
All them ho's losin', but they ain't us
You ain't tough
Big bank take lil' bank
Bitch, you bankrupt
All them ho's losin', but they ain't us
[Verse 12]
Fuck all them ****
We gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings
Then I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign
Bitch, you hopped in a cab
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass, ay
[Verse 13]
Fuck all them ****
We gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings
Then I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign
Bitch, you hopped in a cab
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass, ay
[Verse 14]
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass, ay
Still livin' with yo momma
You ain't hopped off yo ass
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Miles Parks McCollum, Regis Bell, Taylor Williams
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