Signed To The Bank

(Wel-welcome, to get a bag, records)

(Let's get a bag)

New AP every time I reach a new accomplishment, ayy

I buy Chanel for hoes that I ain't even bonding with, ayy

You want this shit chicken straight, it's extra, I do condiments, ayy

All the moves so far, shit, I can't even find where I'll stay

40 odds on cutlin' and I barely dried a bitch, ayy

So much motherfuckin' paper like I'm signed to the bank

Playin' Rollie 'cause of forty, rovin' 'round with Drake

They spots sit on the corner, twenty-five, twenty-eight

You know I'm down for whatever, pounds, I got several

Blues for the rednecks and brown for whoever

Ounces of the meth, break it down, then get extra

It's a war on drugs for them turnarounds, I need a metal

Yeah, turn the triggers up, I'm out of town with the steppers

Bust a Prezi down, boogers dialed in the vessel

Got a plug in Gardena, hundred pounds of the pressure

Got some diggers down in Cleveland, out of town with the shovel

I don't get it, Vans **** be embarrassin' to me

Know some **** really snipers, they like terrorists on the East

I be feelin' like I'm married to the streets, off the road

When I dug in my pocket like the Mayor of the D

These **** pussy like these hoes, three hundred on new Ghosts

Half a cookie on the stove, I'm in Tussi's with the Po'

Quarter ticket on me, slap a bitch with a lil' Rolls

Yellow Patek come from Gary, flood the Richard up with stones

Sold a 580 on foes, we on I-80 with bows

You'll get a new Mercedes, you'll do five days with this phone

Yeah, walk around with heavy shit like 980 and pros

Send the smart shit out of town, I like to buy weight when I'm home

Ayy, Dweller big as hell, wrist feelin' weird, ****

I like to ride alone for real, so I can hear Siri

Your bitch ain't gettin' crack 'cause I don't do no meds, ****

Get too aggressive and your brains on her skins, ****

Pour a pint up when I drive, I can't steer, ****

Gold Rollie on my wrist look like beer, ****

Really up some shit for real, twenty M's, really

Barely drive the Cybertruck, it got a weird engine

Dweller big as hell, wrist feelin' weird, ****

(Wearing', wearin', wearin', wearin', ****)

Gold Rollie on my wrist look like beer, ****

(Like beer, like beer, like beer, like beer, ****)