Bankrupt

(Man these bitches ain't on shit

Man, I been popping, bitch just check my resume)

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 fuck about no bitch

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 nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?

You ain't getting money girl you need a plan

You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand

I'm a real bitch, 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 shit again, aye

Fuck a role we speak facts!

If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak back

Keep that. 45 all black, we strapped, we back

Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, aye

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye!

Aye, I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit

You a fucking pussy you don't say 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 do the dash in a spaceship

You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank

Bitch you bankrupt

All them hoes losing but they ain't us

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye

Bitch bands, bands, gon' fuck up the dashboard

Bitches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for

That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord

You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em

Bitch why you lying you ain't never got no cash ho

Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you

Bitches 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 bitch you more broke than your best friend

That chop right beside me like my best man

Fuck a wedding when it ring watch her head split

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank

Bitch you bankrupt

All them hoes losing but they ain't us

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank

Bitch you bankrupt

All them hoes losing but they ain't us

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass